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    I held my phone with shaking hands as I read the text from Teddy.
    Â Â Â Â Â  Teddy Callaway
    Â Â Â Â Â It’s done. Meet at our tree?
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    I replied immediately, a smile spreading across my face.
    Me
    See you there in 2 hours?
    xoxo
    I hurried to my closet and started looking at options, not even trying to stop the smile that was taking over my face. Not only did I get to be with Teddy, but I’d just delivered the first blow to Gemma. I’d taken away the thing in her life that was most important to her. And best of all, she didn’t even know why. I let myself picture it for a minute, Gemma sobbing, looking at pictures of her and Teddy, wondering what went wrong, never for a second dreaming I had anything to do with it.
    I pulled a dress printed with tiny hearts out of the closet and held it up against me. I looked at my reflection and saw only triumph in my eyes. Everything that had been required to set this up was in place, and it had all been worth it.
    Now, things could really begin.

CHAPTER 8
    June
    â€œSo … I think that’s the last box,” my mom said as she looked down at the last cardboard box with triumph. She looked across the kitchen at me and folded her arms. “How’s your room? Unpacked?”
    â€œMore or less,” I said evasively as I crossed around the kitchen island behind her and grabbed an apple from the fruit bowl. We were back in the Hamptons, in the house my mother had spent all winter building and decorating.
    As soon as she could afford it, we’d started coming back here for summers. I think it might have been a pride thing for my mom. She wanted to forget about the time she’d been kicked out of a tiny rental cabin and had to return to Brooklyn in disgrace. She’d rented a series of larger and larger houses until she bought the land, had the previous house torn down, and a new one built from scratch. It was big and beautiful, done in a modern style. Sometimes, when I woke up early, I would see my mother standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows that faced our ocean view, a look of contentment on her face. It made me feel like I’d done the right thing, never telling her about Paul. Because if I had, I wasn’t sure she would have ended up here. At least, that’s what I told myself.
    I pulled out my phone and looked at my texts, then my e-mails and calls, just to check. I knew that Teddy was now in Colombia, on his volunteering trip. He’d told me that he’d be in contact when he could, but that he didn’t think he’d have phone service and that Internet would be sketchy, at best. But he’d promised to write me when he could. But since he’d just left last week, I had a feeling it would be a while before I started seeing any mail. But nevertheless, I’d been checking the mailbox obsessively.
    I’d long since given up telling myself that this was just part of the plan, since it had become much more than that. I was falling hard for Teddy Callaway, and that was the truth of the matter. But with Teddy in Colombia and Gemma spiraling out in Putnam (her Friendverse updates had become beyond pathetic), I had at least a month to figure out my next move, which was something of a relief. The last few months had been really intense, and I was thinking that I could probably use a break.
    â€œWell, just make sure that you’re unpacked before tomorrow night,” my mother said as she crossed the kitchen to the huge silver fridge. “The Sullivans are coming for dinner, and I’m sure they’re going to want the tour.”
    â€œSure,” I said absently, refreshing my e-mail once again, just in case Teddy might have contacted me in that two-minute window. Our social life in the Hamptons was very different than it had been that first summer, in which we’d mostly just hung out with Gemma and her father. Most of my mother’s friends from New York came up