Book 3 The Summer I Turned Pretty -

Belly watched the flames from the edge of the dune, a red plastic cup dangling from her fingers. She wasn’t drinking. She was counting.

And before Belly could say the thing she’d been holding in her chest since she was ten years old— It’s always been you, it’s always been you, why can’t you see it’s always been you —Conrad Fisher walked back into the dark house and closed the door softly behind him. book 3 the summer i turned pretty

Belly set her cup down in the sand and walked toward the house. She found him leaning against the porch railing, facing the ocean. The screen door groaned behind her, but he didn’t turn. Belly watched the flames from the edge of