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space between my teeth and my cheek and focused. The line was dark, dark, the page turned dark, and then—
    A loud creak shuddered the wood bones of the house as the garage door opened up.
    I started up from my bent position and smacked my head directly into the top of the table.
    “Ow!” I rubbed the top of my head. Who the hell was it?
    “Hello?”
    Light poured in from outside and I raised my hand to my eyes, peering around the stacked boxes and crates. The figure that stood in the middle of the garage door was a thin bent silhouette, violet on dry paper, sky blue behind him. Then he stepped forward, and I saw that he was leaning on something. A cane.
    My breath went out of me.
    He smiled, and I could see a ghost of the scar on his chin. The scar I’d given him five years ago.
    “Hello, Tommy,” I said.
    “Your father tells me you’ve been having a great time on the coast.”
    Tommy leaned on the trunk of his car, a silver BMW. Did he know that I was too embarrassed to invite him inside? I couldn’t let him see the mess my dad’s house had become.
    “I’m surviving.”
    Guess you could call it that. Surviving. Sixteen hours of credit stood between me and a community college art degree. None of the remaining requirements were studio classes, or I’d have been done two semesters ago. I spent all of my evenings and weekends working to pay off my student loans. The rest of my time was spent painting.
    “That’s what we’re all trying to do, isn’t it?”
    “What?”
    “Survive. To the best of our ability.”
    Tommy smiled a dazzling, movie-star smile at me.
    “So what have you been up to?” I asked, darting a glance down at the BMW.
    “Oh, not much,” Tommy said, waving one hand breezily.
    “You’ve obviously been doing well with whatever you’re doing, so congratulations.”
    “Thanks. I got lucky with a few real estate deals. And I’ve branched out to some other ventures...”
    His words trailed off and I got the feeling he wanted me to ask for more details. But I really didn’t care about what had gotten him his fancy car. I needed to get something off of my chest.
    “Tommy, I wanted to tell you something. About prom night—”
    His attitude of careful nonchalance evaporated as quickly as water off of thin paper. A look of anger swept through his features once, replaced by a smile that never touched his eyes.
    “I’d rather forget all of that.”
    “I wanted to tell you I’m sorry. Really. I know I left right after it happened, and I didn’t get a chance to tell you in person—”
    “Apology accepted,” Tommy said, his smile even wider. More forced.
    A buzz came from Tommy’s pocket, and he pulled out his phone, frowning as he read what was on the screen.
    “One second,” he said. “Business needs me.”
    My dad came outside just as Tommy had turned away, his phone to his ear.
    “Yes? Yes, well, I told you to get it done.”
    “Hey, sweetie,” my dad said, pulling me into a side hug and kissing the top of my head. “Looks like you’re popular in this town, huh?”
    “Dad, did you invite him over?” I whispered.
    “I thought you might like to see a familiar face,” he said.
    “I don’t care what you have to do, it’s got to happen,” Tommy spat into the phone.
    “Thanks, dad,” I said. “I’m going to try and ease myself back in, you know?”
    “Sure, but—Tommy!”
    Tommy turned with a broad smile, tucking the phone back into his pocket and leaning hard on his cane to walk toward us.
    “Heya, Pops.”
    I couldn’t help bristling a little at Tommy’s familiarity with my dad. My dad, on the other hand, seemed like best buddies with my former boyfriend.
    “You trying to steal my daughter away?”
    “If I thought I could steal her, she’d already be in my pocket,” Tommy said, grinning. “How are you doing?”
    “Better thanks to you.” My dad turned to me, his hand still on Tommy’s shoulder. “This guy helped me out a lot last month with the electrical