stop.
She refused.
Then she turned toward the door.
“Fine. But before you both decide I’m the villain, maybe Marianne should know whose idea September was.”
Bradley went completely still.
I looked at him.
“What does she mean?”
Ashley left.
I turned back to my son.
“Was September Ashley’s idea?”
“No.”
My chest tightened.
“Whose was it?”
He looked at me.
“Mine.”
That hurt more than almost anything else.
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Chapter 6 — The September They Gave Me Became the Summer I Took Back
“Why?” I asked.
Bradley rubbed his palms against
