who chose to donate the bodies of their deceased.
âMother,â I said, trying another tactic, âdonât you think Nolan deserves a break from me? Carter says Father has him working on some âbig, important projects.ââ I added air quotes, but if it had been Nolan Iâd been quoting, it wouldâve sounded more like âprestigious, imperative endeavors.â
âHe was just saying the other day how much he misses you. Iâm sure he could find time to come up with a summer curriculum if I asked.â She paired her threat with a twinkle-eyed smile. I couldnât tell if this meant she was joking or serious.
I needed Carter
now
. Needed his help strategizing my argument for school so I never had to endure another of Nolanâs lessons.
And maybe if I went to school, if I had more in my life than what fit between the gates of our property, then I wouldnât have fallen for his best friend. Iâd have options. Iâd have friends of my own, and not just Caroline, who was paid to jab me with needles.
âThat wonât be necessary,â I said. âPlease donât bother Nolan. Iâll find something to do.â
âGood girl.â She patted my hair. I bit down the urge to bark and beg for a cookie.
Pick your battles, Pen, but then fight to the death for the ones that matter
.
I wanted more of Carterâs advice, more of his answers.
Ask forgiveness, not permission
.
I didnât go back to my room or toward the solarium, pool, library, or game room. I headed for Fatherâs office. I didnât knock, and I didnât ease the door open quietly. I also didnât see my brother among the startled faces on the couches and chairs.
âWhereâs Carter?â Iâd spoken over someone. Interrupted what was probably a serious, important discussion, but I was too anxious to be embarrassed. Not even Nolanâs disapproving sniff, Alâs frown, or the Ward brothersâ snickers mattered.
âOff with Garrett, I assume,â said Father with a touch of indulgent amusement, like I was still eight and looking to tag along on the boysâ latest adventure. âI havenât seen them todayâbut itâs their summer break. Iâm not a tyrant, sweet pea.â
âSummer break ⦠must be nice,â scoffed Jacob Ward and his brother Mick cuffed him.
I didnât pause to roll my eyes at them, apologize for interrupting, or do more than nod at Miles Banksâs âGood morning, Penelope.â
I ran to the garage. His car was gone. So Father was right: he and Garrett had gone out. Maybe for doughnuts, or maybe theyâd gone for Korean barbecue without me. For all I knew, they were bonding over Garrettâs lapse in brain activity when heâd mistakenly considered kissing me.
And here I was worried about the jerk.
So. Worried.
âHey, princess.â I turned at the voice, at the noise of a car door opening. But it was only
one
door. Garrettâs car was parked in the driveway, and he was the only one getting out. His long legs made short work of the pavers between us, then he was standing there, head bent, shuffling his feet.
I realized I hadnât returned his greeting, but to do so at that point would be adding awkward on top of awkward.
âHave you seen Carter?â we asked at the same time, then both looked up. Our eyes met, and Iâm sure mine broadcast alarmâGarrettâs did too, for an instant, before he forced a smile.
âHeâs not answering my calls. He must be
really
pissed at me,â said Garrett.
âYou think thatâs it?â Carter hadnât seemed that mad when he said good night. Distracted, yes, but not mad at Garrett.
âWhat else can it be? Iâve been waiting around all morning for him. And Iâve texted and called him a dozen times. I feel like a jilted girlfriend.â
âHeâs never supposed to go off-estate without