The Intern: Vol. 2 by Brooke Cumberland

Author:Brooke Cumberland [Cumberland, Brooke]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: BC Books
Published: 2014-06-22T04:00:00+00:00

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My mom runs out on me with absolutely no answers—except that I know for sure that the note does have something to do with my father. Which means I need to find out who Samuel Anderson is myself, since she clearly won’t give me any answers.

My mom not telling me could be more dangerous than disclosing. I deserve to know the truth, no matter what. And I won’t stop until I have it.

Casey comes into my room shortly after. She sits on the end of my bed silently. I pretend to read a magazine, but I’m watching her intently.

“We haven’t talked in a long time,” she begins. “Like really talked.” I hear the pained regret in her voice.

I match her tone. “I know.”

“How’s Simon?”

“Good. Still longing after Cora but neither will admit it.” I laugh. “And you? What’s up in Casey-land?”

She narrows her eyebrows at me. “Casey-land? Oh, it’s ultra-hopping, let me tell you. My semester is packed with back to back classes plus working part-time on campus. It blows.”

I wrinkle my nose at her. “Something to look forward to.”

“Yeah, right.” She laughs. “Nah, it ain’t so bad. College is awesome. You’re gonna love it.”

I shrug, not really agreeing with her.

“Can I ask you something?” I say softly.

“Yeah, sure.” Her face flashes a look of concern.

I instinctively rub my fingers over my shoulder, feeling the scar with my fingertips. “How much do you remember about that day? I know you’ve told me before, but…do you remember anything else? Like any conversations between Mom and Dad before?”

Her lips form a straight line. I know it’s a hard topic for the both of us, but I needed to ask her.

She looks down and her voice is pained. “I remember them fighting a lot. Mom crying. Dad begging her to forgive him. I remember he made her a lot of promises.” She finally looks up at me with sad eyes. “I guess he never kept them.”

I nod in return. I can feel my throat tightening up, becoming scratchy at just the thought.

“He loved us, Cecilia.” I look into her eyes as she continues. “Dad loved you so much. Always gloating about how smart and talented you were.” I smile weakly. “If he only knew what a hot mess, troublemaker you turned into.” She laughs playfully.

“I prefer badass, thank you very much.”

She smiles. “Either way, he’d be proud of you.”

I reach across the bed and grab her hand. “Thanks, Casey. He’d be proud of you, too.”

It was the first time in years Casey and I had talked about Dad. It was always a sore subject in our house, Mom never wanting to discuss it or allowing us to ask questions.

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