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understood silence.
    He embraced silence.
    Silence in the face of sadness made sense to him. It was a
    survival strategy. But Wren’s silence, which clearly wasn’t
    making her happy, was something he could do something
    about.
    “Whatever’s going on, I wish you’d tell me,” he said.
    Wren looked at him. She held his gaze and saw him, or
    that’s how it felt, and she whispered, “It’s dumb.”
    “I doubt it.”
    “You’ll think I’m being a baby.”
    “I won’t.”
    She bowed her head, and a wisp of hair fell from her
    ponytail. He wanted to brush it back. He wanted des-
    perately to graze her cheek with the back of his hand and
    swear to her that everything would be fine.
    “Please don’t tell my parents,” she said.
    “Okay.”
    “The only person I’ve told is Tessa. She’s my best friend.
    She’s not entirely thrilled, because she’s worried I’ll never
    come back, but she’s happy I’m doing what’s right for me
    for once. Well, I hope it’s right. I think it is.”
    Charlie pulled his eyebrows together. He didn’t know
    Wren’s parents, and he knew Tessa Haviland only by sight.
    And what did Wren mean by “never come back”?
    Wren took a deep breath, then let it out in a whoosh. “I
    don’t want to go straight to college. I know I’m supposed
    to, but I don’t want to—not yet. I want to experience
    things and not just think and think and think about things.
    Does that make sense?”
    Charlie wasn’t sure what to say.
    “Um, my dad,” Wren said. “I love him. I do. But, like,
    when I showed him my college essay, he pulled my laptop
    out of my hands and fixed it for me.” She looked nervous,
    as if she was worried she was being disloyal. “He rewrote
    the whole thing. Which was nice, I guess? But also . . .”
    “Not cool,” Charlie said.
    “Not cool,” she agreed. “It’s like he wants to do his own
    life over, through me.” She fell silent for a moment. Then
    she flashed him a smile that Charlie didn’t quite believe.
    “So I applied to a program called Project Unity. And I got
    in.”
    “Wren, that’s awesome,” Charlie said.
    “You know what Project Unity is?”
    “Um. No. But I—whatever it is, I’m sure it’s awesome.”
    Dammit, he’d screwed up. She surely thought he was just
    saying whatever she wanted to hear, except he meant every
    word of it.
    “What is it?” he said.
    “It’s like a starter version of the Peace Corps,” she said.
    “It’s a government program for volunteer work, and it’s
    for a year, and all my expenses will be paid. I’ll even get
    a stipend. The volunteers get sent to Africa or Guatemala
    or Mexico, anywhere people need help. I put Guatemala
    as my first choice. I applied to teach English to little kids.”
    “Wow,” Charlie said. “Like, with textbooks, or . . . ?”
    “The people who run the program have all sorts of
    resources, but I thought maybe I could bring some picture
    books, too? Like ones I liked when I was little, and I could
    read those to the kids?”
    She searched his face. “I might still be a doctor one day.
    But I want to do something now, not in eight years. I kind
    of feel like I have to, or I never will.”
    He wondered how much her desire to throw herself
    into Project Unity was tangled up with her need to get
    away from her parents.
    “Did you ever want to go to Emory?” he asked.
    She hesitated. “If I say no, will you be mad?”
    Mad? Why would he be mad?
    “Never mind,” she said. “Ha. I’m the one who needs to
    be shot with a tranquilizer gun.”
    “No, you don’t,” Charlie said.
    “I applied to Emory because that’s where my mom
    works, and it’s got a good reputation, and she and my dad
    were so proud when I got in,” Wren said. “But there’s just
    so much pressure . I’m sick of all the pressure. I’m sick of feeling like I’ll ruin all their happiness if I don’t do what
    they want me to do.”
    “Got it.”
    “Which I guess means . . . no, I didn’t