The Secrets We Keep

I fell to my knees and let my hands sink into the loose dirt. I’d taken the one thing … the one person I loved most in the world and destroyed her. “I didn’t mean any of those things I said to you in the car. You were right; I’m the selfish one. And I’m not sick of your crap. I never was. I wanted you to talk to me, for it to be like it used to be when we were little, when I’d kick boys in the balls because they teased you.”


I picked up a fistful of dirt and crushed it in my hands, watched as it fell between my fingers to the cold, damp ground. Everything was slipping away because of me.

“Oh God, what have I done!” I didn’t fight the sobs that racked my body. I let them take over me, knowing that the pain and guilt I felt were nothing compared to what I’d done to Maddy. “I didn’t mean for this to happen. I’d change places with you if I could, put myself in that grave if it meant you could live.”

“Don’t say that,” Alex said as he knelt in the dirt next to me. He’d heard my last cry and had come over to try to drag me away from a reality I couldn’t change. “Don’t ever say that.”

“But it’s true. You don’t understand how true it is.”

“No, it’s not. You feel that way now, but it will get better. I promise you, I’ll make it better.”

“How? How can anybody make this better?”

Alex stood up, his eyes distant, as if he was trying to find the appropriate thing to say. “I don’t know, Maddy, but I will.”

He held out his hand to me, his eyes tracking to a tree a few yards away. I knew Josh was there, knew he’d been watching me since I first stepped out of the car, knew he’d seen me break down and mourn for the sister who’d been his best friend.

“Come on,” Alex said as he took my hand in his. “Let’s get you home.”

“What about him?” I asked, nodding toward Josh.

“I talked to him. He’s good. I think he’s waiting for us to go so he can say goodbye to Ella in private.”

Say goodbye to Ella … say goodbye to me. I should’ve gone over there, told Josh I was sorry, but I didn’t. Instead, I turned and walked straight into my new life.





13

I’d watched nearly every Netflix movie available for streaming and was seriously contemplating DVR’ing bad reruns of The Brady Bunch to keep my mind off what I had to do tomorrow. I intended on keeping the promise I’d made to my sister—my life was hers; I owed her that much. But playing Maddy for my parents and Alex was easy. They were forgiving. Any little mistake I made, they explained away as the result of my grief or pain meds. But playing her in front of six hundred random kids … that I hadn’t thought through.

My bedroom door opened, and I tossed aside the remote as I tried to pull myself out of the sea of blankets Mom had tucked around me. It was hard, my shoulder protesting every move. I finally gave up and sank back down to the bed.

Alex chuckled at my clumsy movements and dropped the new movie he had in his hand onto the bureau. It was the twelfth one he’d rented this week. My nightmares had gotten worse, each dream morphing into a hell I couldn’t unsee. He’d stay as late as he could, watching movies or doing his homework. But eventually he’d have to leave, and I’d slip into the world where my dreams and reality collided into one terrifying truth.

“You worried about tomorrow?” Alex asked as he stripped three layers of blankets off my legs and helped me sit up.

Worried didn’t quite cover it. I’d been hiding in the house, in this room for nine days, and it was time to become Maddy for the rest of the world. “No. I’m good.”

“I talked to Jenna earlier. She said she called you again today, but you didn’t pick up.”

She’d called five times actually, and no, I hadn’t picked up. I hadn’t seen her since the burial, and even then it was from a distance. In the hospital, the doctors and nurses had kept everybody away, and I made sure the family-only visiting rule extended to Alex and nobody else.

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