3 Books – Kristin Dwyer

“I’m better at art than you.” Max smirks and releases the dart. He hits the number and points at me. Leaning toward me, he whispers, “No, you’re not.” I take the shot, not because I’m supposed to but because I need it with the way Max is looking at me. It doesn’t feel like how he talks to Ayra, or even Linden. Something hangs in the air between us, and I can’t really decide what it is. Like there’s something that only we share.

Our art. I take two more shots before I quit the game and walk over to a couch that’s set up in a corner. When no one is in this room, it’s enormous, but there are so many bodies in here that I can’t even see the other side of it. Benji comes and sits down next to me. “Did you lose?” I ask him. “Taking a break. Now that you’re gone, Max has decided I should drink more.”

“How’s that going?” He shakes his head. “I wish you were still there for Max to flirt with.” I laugh, a hollow thing in my chest. “You mean bully. He’s not flirting.” Benji stops and studies me in a way that makes me feel like he sees more than I’m actually saying. “Would that be a bad thing?” I open my mouth to say yes. Obviously, Max flirting with me would be …

Would it? The one thing that would absolutely keep Carter and me from repeating our mistakes would be … Max and I … 1kitap1.com/en When I wake up, my head pounds, and I remember the poor decisions I made last night. I flirted with Max. I watched Linden flirt with Carter. And worse, I told everyone else I wasn’t going to the lake house. Did I do something last night that changed time again? Were the ripples too big? My eyes are barely open when I call my mother.

She answers on the first ring. Grandee answers on the fifth. Linden is still here. I know because she walks out of the bathroom wrapping a scarf around her neck.

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Copyright infringement is against the law. If you believe the copy of this e-book you are reading infringes on the author’s copyright, please notify the publisher at: us.macmillan.com/piracy. 1kitap1.com/en For my mom, who has always made me feel like I could do anything. Even turn back time. Up with the eyebrows. 1kitap1.com/en CHAPTER 1 Grandee always told me time was a fickle thing—a story assembled like a simple fairy tale to make people feel better about their world.

To help them understand the unimaginable. My cousin Linden and I would make a mistake or suffer a disappointment, and Grandee would tell us there were a hundred ways to change it. Nothing was permanent, not even the clock. Every birthday or new year, when time was being marked and measured, she would say, “You’re not older or younger. You just are.” I hated those sayings. Silly platitudes spoken over cups of tea that grew colder with each second or fires with their embers dying.

Things that clearly marked time passing. Grandee would sit in her chair, next to the large windows overlooking the green trees she’d planted to shade the house in the summer, and she’d knit or crochet. I had seen her working on her blanket for as long as I could remember, each of her stitches placed with care as her weathered hands pulled against soft yarn, gently folding it into loops and knots.

She was odd. It was what the neighbors whispered about her when they thought she couldn’t hear them. They said it with affection. But when you’re young, everything different feels embarrassing. And there was already so much considered peculiar about us. Two girls, cousins, being raised by their grandmother, who kept pet sheep and spoke in riddles.

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