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counter. “What the hell, Trevor? Are you insane? You can’t drive. Not after…” Her eyes shot to Mom’s. God, she couldn’t even look at me.
    â€œNot after what, Taylor? Just say it.” I practically growled the words.
    Silence. Yeah. Not surprised. Everyone was so concerned about treating me like a baby that they didn’t for once consider I hated it. I was gonna be eighteen in a few months, not eight.
    â€œI had a goddamn seizure, Taylor. And maybe I’ll have another one. And another one after that. Maybe I’ll have the biggest freaking seizure on record, and then we can all call it what it is. Epilepsy. Yeah, that’s me. That’s my future, so why don’t you just goddamn well say it?”
    Taylor’s eyes got real small, the way they did when she was pissed off. Good. I could deal with pissed off. Pissed off went hand in hand with the way I was feeling right about now.
    â€œYou’re such an asshole.”
    â€œEpileptic asshole,” I shot back.
    â€œYou expect me to feel sorry for you?” she shouted.
    Taylor was small. She was small and blond with a pretty dated Goth thing going on, but when she wanted to, she could be fierce. I’d seen her stand up to a chick twice her size at school and win the face-off.
    â€œWell, I don’t feel sorry for you, Trevor. I don’t feel sorry for you one bit, and I’m sick of everyone in this family treating you as if you’re some fragile doll that’s going to crack if we do or say the wrong thing.”
    My mom stepped between us. “Taylor and Trevor, please.”
    â€œNo,” Taylor spat. “He doesn’t get to shit on us just because he feels sorry for himself, and you don’t get to expect me to treat him like he’s going to fall apart if I say seizure or epi-effing-lepsy.” She held the keys up in the air, taunting me, and then shoved them in her pocket. “So you had a seizure? So what? Is the world supposed to stop spinning? Am I not allowed to enjoy my goddamn waffles and strawberries?”
    â€œTaylor!” My mom’s voice reached that pitch, that critical point where I knew she was going to either explode or break down. “Language.”
    â€œSee?” Taylor said shrilly. “You yell at me for swearing but Trevor gets a pass? Maybe I should get into a car with some drunk loser and maybe I should end up in a ditch somewhere with a major TBI so that I can swear and stay out late and do whatever the hell I want.”
    The waves inside me? Yeah, they were crashing hard, and I knew bad shit was going to happen unless I got the hell out of there.
    I yanked around and headed for the front door, ignoring my mother’s pleas and my sister’s shrill screams. Her meltdown was going to be epic. I suppose it was a good thing that my dad had already left for his repair shop, because I was pretty damn sure heads would have rolled.
    I ran out the front door and didn’t stop running for twenty minutes, and by that time, I found myself at Baker’s Landing, which was a nice piece of property owned by my buddy Nate’s grandparents. Chest heaving, I slid down near the edge of the large pond and then fell back, arms crossed over my face to block out the sun. My knee was throbbing, I was thirsty as hell, and, well, just plain old pissed off.
    I don’t know how long I lay there, but I do know that when I realized I wasn’t alone anymore, I was still in a bad mood.
    A shadow crossed my face, and I sat up slowly, glancing to the side.
    â€œHey.”
    It was Everly.
    I didn’t answer, but I did move over a bit when she plopped down beside me. For a long time, the two of us stared out at the water, watching the swans who’d called this place home for years glide across the pristine surface.
    â€œIt’s pretty out here,” she said. “I have a place I like to go to, to just chill and think. The old mill, but