Ghosts of Harvard by Francesca Serritella

Author:Francesca Serritella [Serritella, Francesca]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Random House Publishing Group
Published: 2020-05-04T23:00:00+00:00

Cady fought back tears as she hurried out of the Gato Rojo. She almost couldn’t believe her father’s involvement, but Lee had too many details for her story to be false. Did he decide to hack Eric’s computer behind her mother’s back, or was Cady the last to know? She replayed the arguments her mother and father used to have about how to handle Eric’s illness; they always seemed on opposite sides, with her mom being the hyperinvolved empath, swayed by Eric’s complaints, open to alternative treatment, and her father as the medical hardliner, advocating tough love to get Eric to stay on his medication. Maybe he had second-guessed that tough love after all.

And the affair. Lee hadn’t found proof, but her suspicion confirmed Cady’s own. Still, she didn’t think it was so terrible. So what if Eric had been fooling around with his teacher? It didn’t mean that he wasn’t brilliant, it didn’t mean he didn’t deserve the accolades he got. Cady was glad Eric had had someone who loved him on this campus, or at least who cared, someone who stuck by him, at least for a while.

Unless the drama of a secret affair had added to his mental pain. Had the breakup been what pushed him over the edge? If only her family had known, they could have supported him better. How had she known so little about what was going on with Eric? Well, nobody told her anything. If her own father hadn’t been open and honest with her, whom could she trust? No one had been looking out for him properly, least of all—

“Cady!”

She was relieved to see Ranjoo waving hello and walking toward her, until her eyes fell on the guy beside her.

Ranjoo hugged her and said, “Do you know Teddy?”

The blood rose high in her cheeks. She couldn’t look him in the eye, much less reply.

Teddy didn’t have that problem. “Sure we do. Cady’s my drinking buddy.” And he hugged her, too.

Like muscle memory, Cady’s body froze, her heart raced. As Teddy casually threw his arms around her rigid shoulders, her mind dissociated from the present and jumped right back to that night—See what you did?—her paralysis shaming her all over again. By the time Ranjoo’s voice brought her back to the safety of the sun-dappled Yard, Teddy had already let go.

“Right, at the Phoenix! I saw you guys, I forgot. I was wasted that night.”

“Me too.” Teddy laughed. “We all were.”

“I wasn’t that drunk.” She dared a glance at Teddy to see if he’d heard her, but he was looking at his phone. “How do you guys know each other?”

“Arcadia.” Ranjoo must have noticed Cady’s blank stare. “You know, the play I’m painting the sets for? You’ve been really spacey lately, but I definitely told you about it.”

“No, yeah, Arcadia, I remember.” Cady didn’t remember.

“Teddy’s my work wife. He’s one of the few actors who actually pitches in with the crew. When they’re not rehearsing his scenes, he helps me paint backgrounds.”

“She tolerates my having no artistic talent.

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