Avery
I’m still smiling like an i***t as I make it to my dorm room. Madison’s sitting on the futon painting her nails when I arrive. She studies my wrinkled clothes and messy sleep-styled hair with a smirk. “Have fun last night?”
“Yes.” I bite my cheek to avoid squeeing. “It was fun. How was your date?”
“Dull.” She shrugs. “Oh, a package came for you.” Madison nods toward the desk where a large envelope awaits.
Wow. It’s here. A flash of warmth invades my chest.
Wow. It’s here. Madison pauses, holding the bottle of polish. “Avery? What is it?”
“Hm?” I pluck the envelope. “It’s probably just nothing.” Lie. This envelope is everything: The cure to my identity crisis, a link to my past, and a possible future with my mom. Tears prick my eyes, and still clutching the envelope, I head o
