The Secrets We Keep(45)

“Maddy.” I faced her. She had the phone in one hand, a pot holder in the other. “Everything okay?”

“No,” I said. Everything was so far from okay that even I couldn’t make it work anymore.

She moved closer, nearly blocking my path.

“Sorry,” was all I could think to say.

“For what?”

I shrugged. “I didn’t know he felt that way about … about her.”

She backed away from the door and motioned for me to pass. “He’s lost so much already, Maddy. I think seeing you”—she paused, her eyes scanning me dressed in her son’s clothes—“dressed like this doesn’t help.”

I didn’t ask her to explain before I opened the door and left. I knew what she meant, knew what she was tactfully trying to tell me. Leave her son alone.

I pulled the hood of Josh’s sweatshirt tighter around my head and clutched my still-wet clothes closer to my chest. It was getting dark, and it was colder than when I first arrived. And now I had to walk home.

“What are you doing here?” Kim sounded surprised, as if I was the last person she expected to see at Josh’s house. Made sense, I guess. Ella was the one who practically lived here, not Maddy, and, well, Ella was dead.

“Nothing, just leaving,” I said.

Kim walked around the small fence that separated her yard from Josh’s. “You don’t have to. I was just coming over to see if Josh wanted to hang out. You are welcome to stay. I mean, I know you probably have other things to do and Josh was Ella’s friend not yours, but…”

I looked up and saw Josh standing there. Apparently I’d been wrong. He hadn’t headed for the movies like I’d assumed. He was planning on spending time with Kim. I couldn’t help but laugh. Back when I was Ella, I wouldn’t have given Kim the time of day. She was jealous, and immature, and hung on Josh like a puppy to a mangled chew toy. I didn’t get Josh’s attraction to her. She was a sophomore without an ounce of artistic talent. Seriously, her idea of anime was The Lion King.

Plus, he loved me, not her. He’d just said so in his room.

Yeah, Ella would’ve ignored her, but I wasn’t Ella anymore. I was Maddy.

Josh saw the resolve in my eyes and instantly knew what I was thinking. “Don’t,” he warned.

My eyes met his and a thousand unspoken words passed between us. There was an I meant what I said upstairs, and an I’ll help you figure this out, and a final Please, not in front of her.

Kim watched, her face falling as she witnessed a connection she would never have with Josh. For a second, I felt bad for her. She saw it, saw that no matter what she did or how hard she tried, she could never hold him like I did. Even if I was dead, Josh belonged to me.

I nodded in Josh’s direction and kept my mouth shut as I turned to walk away. It was the safest thing to do … the only thing to do.

“Wait,” Josh said. “Let me get my keys, and I’ll drive you home.”

“No.” I wanted to walk, needed to be alone to think things through before I had to answer any more of his questions.

I kept my eyes focused on the ground, ignoring Kim and Josh’s arguing. He wanted to give me a ride, or at the very least walk me home. She thought Josh should call Alex so that he could pick me up. I didn’t bother to tell her that Alex was the last person Josh wanted to see right now. Kim even offered to go get her own mother and make her drive me home.

“I’m fine,” I said, putting up a hand to stop them. “I’ll see you both tomorrow at school.”

I knew Josh was following me. I’d heard the rumble of his car behind me minutes after I left his front yard. I smiled as he sped up and passed my house the second he knew I was safely inside. I liked knowing that after everything, he was still there watching out for me.

The house was quiet when I got home. The light was on above the stove and there was a half-eaten frozen pizza on the counter next to my now-cold bowl of soup. The coffeepot was full, the sink filled with mugs. I prayed Mom was asleep. I didn’t want to answer her questions or apologize again for something I couldn’t change. And I sure didn’t want to talk about what had happened at Josh’s.

I cut through the den on my way upstairs and saw Dad sitting in the living room. In the dim light, I could see the discarded newspaper by his feet and the glass of amber liquid in his hand.

“Where’s Mom?” I asked.

“Upstairs. Asleep.”

“She okay?” I don’t know why I asked. I pretty much already knew the answer. Guess I wanted confirmation of how much she missed me—Ella—of how much they actually did care.

He shook his head and stood up, drained what was left of his drink before setting the glass down on the coffee table. “Maddy, we need to talk. You are closing yourself off. Your mom sees it. Alex sees it. I see it, and it scares us, Maddy. We can help you, but you need to let us in.”

There were so many things I wanted to say, starting with I’m sorry and I’m not Maddy. But not yet. Not now. “I know, Dad, but not tonight,” was what I actually said.





29

As selfish as it was, I felt better the next day because I wasn’t the only one carrying around my complicated secret. Dad was gone by the time I got up, and Mom was still in bed. Probably for the best. I wasn’t sure what, if anything, I wanted to say to her yet.