THREE DAYS LATER AND we’re in the stadium the school uses for graduation. I take my seat and instantly start looking around for Austin. I haven’t seen her since that night and I get the feeling she’s deliberately trying to avoid me. But I can’t spot that bushy brown hair anywhere, which is a first. But there’s at least two hundred in the graduating class so she’s clearly blending in with every other grad in black robe.
My dad hands me a program and I skim through it before handing it to a scowling Will. I don’t know why our parents insisted on us coming today, especially my brother who threw a mini tantrum when they announced their plans. I understand they want to return the favor because the Fishers started the gesture for us, but I doubt Austin cares that we are here today. In fact, bas
