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then?”
    “It’s a mystery, man. A flipping mystery.” She took another bite, chewed and swallowed. “Then I collected my check, deposited it, and ran some errands, went grocery shopping, picked up my mail.”
    “This is all very fascinating, Finley.”
    “Isn’t it?” she asked sarcastically and continued. “I ran into Helen Green on the way to pick up my dry cleaning. Have you spoken to her lately?”
    “No, I haven’t.”
    “She told me that her dog had to be put down a few days ago for cancer. Poor thing. She was so heartbroken. I couldn’t leave her there in front of the Sip-n-Stop all alone. So I sat next to her as she told me about all the good her dear little Jakie did for her over the years. How he’d fetch her paper and all sorts of things from her room for her. She’d just call out what she wanted and Jake would get it for her. Can you believe that?”
    “No.”
    “Neither could I, but I suppose anything’s possible. Let’s see. What next? Oh! I haven’t catalogued what I had to eat!”
    “Enough,” I said, setting down my fork. “Fine.”
    A smile so wide formed on her mouth, I could count her teeth. She settled in her seat.
    “I’m miserable, Finley.”
    Her smile fell and she nodded her head in understanding. “I know, Ethan,” she said softly.
    “And I don’t know what to do about it. I’m so angry. So, so angry.” I sat back in my chair and stared out her window. “I want to hunt Spencer Blackwell down and do something, something awful to him.”
    “Ethan, that’s just not healthy, dude. I mean, I know anger. I’ve felt anger, but I did something about it. I felt it taking over me and I decided to let it go. I can tell it’s taking you, and you have to let it go.”
    I looked back at her. “I don’t want to,” I told her truthfully.
    She shook her head. “You’re just mourning her and can’t deal is all.”
    “No,” I said deadly seriously, “I don’t think that’s all. I think Spencer Blackwell is the shadiest asshole I’ve ever met, and I want him to pay for how he wronged me.”
    “Not any shadier than—”
    “I told you,” I interrupted, “I don’t want to hear her name. Never say her name.”
    “Fine. It’s crazy, but whatever.”
    It got quiet and we both stopped eating.
                  “I hate him,” I whispered. “I hate what he’s done to my life. I had held on to her so tightly, was willing to give her my kidney along with the heart I’d already given. I never thought in a million years that she would do that to me, and I don’t think she would have, had it been anyone else. He did something to her. I don’t know what it was, but he distracted her from what was real.”
                  Finley sat back in her chair and folded her arms across her chest. “Jeez, Ethan.” She sighed. “What did she tell you when you broke up?”
    I was surprised by this question. No one had ever asked me about the circumstances surrounding what happened that day in the woods.
                  My mind went back to the camping trip, to her choosing him over me, to my promise to Spencer that I would get him back when he least expected it.
                  “She told me nothing,” I explained. “She tried to appease me, attempted to let me down easily, but it felt like a cop-out and I wouldn’t let her do it. She chose Spencer over me by running to him when I expected her to run to me, literally and figuratively. He stole her and I want my revenge.”
    “Damn it, Ethan, this is a ridiculous mentality! Life isn’t fair. Life is far, very, very far from fair. Sometimes it slaps you so hard in the face you fall back, you hit the ground with a resounding thud, knocks the breath outta you, but it’s how quickly you stand and fight for the life you want and how you forge that new path that defines you. Ethan,” she said, resting her hand on mine, “nothing is so overwhelming, so dreadful, that it cannot be