Sitting beside me on the couch, Ave

Sitting beside me on the couch, Avery cringed as she glanced at the wall clock. “They’ve been gone an awful long time.”
I nodded slowly. “Yep.”
Calla had returned from visiting family that morning. Upon hearing the news, she’d texted and made her way over from the dorms not too long after the boys left. She sat in the recliner, brows knitted. “Why are you guys worried about how long it’s taking?”
“Well, there’s a good chance they might kill each other. Cam is not happy about me and Jase being together—­”
“Wait. What?” She sat forward, eyes popping wide. “You and Jase are together? When in the holy hell did this happen?”
I picked up the glass of sweet tea. “Uh, it happened last week.”
“But I saw you on Wednesday! Did you not think about telling me?”
Cheeks burning, I glanced at Avery. She focused on the wall. Totally unhelpful. “It just didn’t come up and it had just happened, so I was still feeling the, uh, freshness.”
“Freshness?” Avery murmured.
“Wow.” Calla curled her legs up. “Way to go, Teresa. He’s a hottie-­mc-­hotters.”
I laughed. “Yes, he is.”
“I love your brother with all my heart,” Avery said, twisting the ends of her hair around her slender fingers. Her cheeks flushed, blending the freckles. “But Jase is . . . he’s something else. I mean, I’ve always been a little intimidated by him.”
“Really?”
She let go of her hair. “Yep. He just always looks so intense, like . . .”
“Like one night with him would change your life?” Calla suggested with a grin. “I’m pretty sure I’ve said the same thing about him.”
I wouldn’t know since I hadn’t made it that far with him, but what I had experienced with him really backed what Calla was saying. I turned my gaze to the tea, oddly proud that I could sit there and call him mine, which was weird. I never felt that way before about someone.
In the silence that followed, I knew what everyone was thinking about. Debbie. Even though we all could talk about other things and laugh, what had happened lingered at the edge of every thought.
“I don’t know why she did it,” I said, only realizing I said it out loud when both girls looked at me. “I don’t understand.”
“Sometimes you never understand,” Calla said, stretching out her legs. A pinched, sad look crossed her face. “More often than not, it’s not just one thing that sends a person over the edge. It’s several things.”
Avery nodded as she fiddled with the bracelet on her wrist. “It’s true. A lot of stuff builds up and while it might be one thing that topples the person over, it’s really a lot of things, big and small.”
“I get that, but Debbie was a happy girl. Except for breaking up with Erik, she was okay.”
“But how happy could she be if she stayed with him so long?” Avery asked. “And I don’t mean she was bad for being with him, but that’s how many years of being treated like that?”
She had a good point.
“We don’t know what other issues she might have had.” Calla paused, casting her attention to her hands she folded in her lap. “My mom killed herself.”
I pressed the heel of my hand to my chest as I exchanged a look with Avery. “What?”
Calla ducked her chin as she nibbled on her lower lip. “Well, not like Debbie. She didn’t do it just one night. She did it over the course of several years.”
“I’m really sorry to hear that, Cal.” Setting the tea aside, I picked up a pillow and pressed it against my tummy. “How?”
“She drank and drugged herself to death. It wasn’t an accident,” she said, looking up. “My mom didn’t want to live. She just chose the passive way out. Anyway, no one really knew she was like that. She had everyone fooled. I’m not saying Debbie wanted out for a long time, but you just don’t know.”
I wanted to ask her more questions, but her stiffness told me she was done sharing for now. “I just don’t know. Something doesn’t feel right.”
“When does something like this ever feel right?” Avery asked softly.
Again, good point, but as I trekked through my memories of that night, I knew I was missing something—­something forced out of my head by the trauma of it, and that had been pretty damn traumatizing.
Then it hit me as I lifted my gaze and met Calla’s. I started to rise as my heart pounded in my chest. “Oh my God.”
“What?” Calla stood too, even though she looked confused. She looked at Avery, who was also starting to rise. “What?” she said. “What the hell, Teresa?”
I shook my head as it sunk in. How had I forgotten this? “Pink scarf.”
“Huh.” She looked at Avery again.
“There was a pink scarf on the dorm door!” My legs gave out, and I plopped back on the couch. “Holy crap . . .”
“Are you okay?” Avery grasped my arm, her fingers cool. “Should I call Jase? Cam?”
“No! But I need to go give my statement! I need to do it now.” I felt sick. “I need to go to the police.”
“All right.” Calla grabbed her keys. “We can take you, but you have to tell us what the hell is going on.”
“The pink scarf—­Debbie always hung a pink scarf on the door whenever Erik was there and they wanted privacy,” I explained in a rush, my hands shaking. “She hung that damn pink scarf when she didn’t want to be interrupted.”
“Okaaay.” Avery drew the word out.
“You don’t understand.” I took a shallow breath. “There was a pink scarf on the door when I got there. I thought she was in there with Erik and they’d gotten back together. That pink scarf means Erik was there earlier!

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Duduk di samping saya di sofa, Avery meringis sebagai Dia melirik jam dinding. "Mereka sudah pergi mengerikan lama."Aku mengangguk perlahan-lahan. "Ya."Calla telah kembali dari mengunjungi keluarga pagi itu. Setelah mendengar berita, dia kerjakan dan membuat perjalanan lebih dari dari asrama tak lama setelah kiri anak laki-laki. Dia duduk di kursi malas, alis rajutan. "Mengapa Apakah kalian khawatir tentang berapa lama itu berlangsung?""Yah, ada kesempatan baik mereka mungkin membunuh satu sama lain. Cam tidak senang dengan saya dan Jase kebersamaan — ""Menunggu. Apa?" Dia duduk ke depan, mata bermunculan lebar. "Anda dan Jase Apakah bersama-sama? Ketika di Kudus neraka itu ini terjadi? "Aku mengambil segelas teh manis. "Eh, itu terjadi minggu.""Tapi aku melihatmu pada hari Rabu! Apakah Anda tidak berpikir tentang mengatakan padaku?"Pipi pembakaran, aku melirik Avery. Dia berfokus pada dinding. Sama sekali tidak membantu. "Itu hanya tidak datang dan itu hanya terjadi, jadi aku masih merasa, eh, kesegaran.""Kesegaran?" Bersungut Avery."Wow." Calla meringkuk kakinya. "Cara untuk pergi, Teresa. Dia adalah hottie-mc-hotters."Aku tertawa. "Ya, ia adalah.""Aku cinta saudaramu dengan segenap hatiku," kata Avery, memutar ujung rambutnya sekitar jari-jarinya ramping. Pipinya memerah, pencampuran bintik-bintik. "Tapi Jase... ia adalah sesuatu yang lain. Maksudku, aku selalu sedikit terintimidasi oleh-nya.""Benarkah?"Dia melepaskan rambutnya. "Yap. Dia hanya selalu tampak begitu intens, seperti... ""Seperti satu malam dengan dia akan mengubah hidup Anda?" Calla menyarankan dengan senyum. "Aku cukup yakin aku sudah mengatakan hal yang sama tentang dirinya."Saya tidak tahu karena saya belum pernah membuat bahwa jauh dengannya, tapi benar-benar apa yang telah saya alami dengan dia didukung Calla apa yang dikatakan. Aku menoleh pandangan untuk teh, Anehnya bangga bahwa aku bisa duduk di sana dan memanggilnya saya, yang adalah aneh. Aku tidak pernah merasa bahwa cara sebelumnya tentang seseorang.Dalam keheningan yang diikuti, aku tahu apa yang semua orang berpikir tentang. Debbie. Meskipun kita semua bisa berbicara tentang hal-hal lain dan tertawa, apa yang telah terjadi berlama-lama di tepi setiap pikiran."Aku tidak tahu mengapa dia melakukan itu," kataku, hanya menyadari aku mengatakannya keras ketika kedua gadis memandangku. "Aku tidak mengerti.""Kadang-kadang Anda tidak pernah mengerti," kata Calla, menyamping. Terjepit, sedih melihat diwajahnya. "Lebih sering daripada tidak, ianya tidak hanya satu hal yang mengirim seseorang ke tepi. Ini adalah beberapa hal."Avery mengangguk sebagai dia fiddled dengan gelang di pergelangan tangannya. "Memang benar. Banyak hal yang menumpuk dan sementara itu mungkin satu hal yang topples orang atas, itu benar-benar banyak hal, besar dan kecil.""Saya mendapatkan itu, tapi Debbie adalah seorang gadis yang bahagia. Kecuali untuk putus dengan Erik, ia adalah baik-baik saja.""Tapi bagaimana bahagia dia bisa jika dia tinggal dengan dia begitu lama?" Avery bertanya. "Dan saya tidak berarti dia adalah buruk karena dengan dia, tapi itu adalah berapa banyak tahun diperlakukan seperti itu?"Dia memiliki titik yang baik."Kami tidak tahu apa masalah yang dia miliki." Calla berhenti, casting perhatiannya kepada tangan ia terlipat di pangkuannya. "Ibuku membunuh dirinya sendiri."Aku menekan tumit tanganku ke dada saya seperti aku bertukar pandangan dengan Avery. "Apa?"Calla merunduk dagunya sebagai dia nibbled pada bibir yang lebih rendah. "Yah, tidak seperti Debbie. Dia tidak melakukannya hanya satu malam. Dia melakukannya selama beberapa tahun.""Saya sangat menyesal mendengar itu, Cal." Menyisihkan teh, aku mengambil bantal dan ditekan terhadap perut saya. "Bagaimana?""Dia minum dan pengemudi yang mabuk narkoba dirinya sendiri sampai mati. Bukan kecelakaan,"katanya, melihat ke atas. "Ibuku tidak ingin hidup. Dia hanya memilih jalan pasif keluar. Lagi pula, tidak ada yang benar-benar tahu dia adalah seperti itu. Ia memiliki semua orang yang tertipu. Saya tidak mengatakan Debbie ingin untuk waktu yang lama, tapi Anda tidak tahu."Saya ingin bertanya pertanyaan lain, tetapi kekakuan dia mengatakan kepada saya ia selesai berbagi sekarang. "Aku tidak tahu. Sesuatu yang tidak merasa benar.""Ketika melakukan sesuatu seperti ini pernah merasa benar?" Avery bertanya lembut.Sekali lagi, bagus, tapi karena aku berjalan kaki melalui kenangan saya malam itu, aku tahu aku kehilangan sesuatu-sesuatu dipaksa keluar dari kepala saya oleh trauma itu, dan itu belum cukup sialan menimbulkan trauma.Kemudian itu memukul saya ketika saya mengangkat pandangan dan bertemu Calla's. Aku mulai bangkit sebagai hatiku ditumbuk dalam dadaku. "Oh my God."“What?” Calla stood too, even though she looked confused. She looked at Avery, who was also starting to rise. “What?” she said. “What the hell, Teresa?”I shook my head as it sunk in. How had I forgotten this? “Pink scarf.”“Huh.” She looked at Avery again.“There was a pink scarf on the dorm door!” My legs gave out, and I plopped back on the couch. “Holy crap . . .”“Are you okay?” Avery grasped my arm, her fingers cool. “Should I call Jase? Cam?”“No! But I need to go give my statement! I need to do it now.” I felt sick. “I need to go to the police.”“All right.” Calla grabbed her keys. “We can take you, but you have to tell us what the hell is going on.”“The pink scarf—­Debbie always hung a pink scarf on the door whenever Erik was there and they wanted privacy,” I explained in a rush, my hands shaking. “She hung that damn pink scarf when she didn’t want to be interrupted.”“Okaaay.” Avery drew the word out.“You don’t understand.” I took a shallow breath. “There was a pink scarf on the door when I got there. I thought she was in there with Erik and they’d gotten back together. That pink scarf means Erik was there earlier!