I've finally become the kind of girl my little sisters could look up to.Except for the lies.Lying to my friends is killing me.And the longer I'm there--the closer we get--the more I feel like I'm being eaten from the inside out.If I go back to Eastbrooke, I'll end up nothing but a shell.So I'm not going back.I'm going to St. Croix by myself. And for the first time in my life, I'm okay with being alone.Except . . . I don't actually end up on the island alone.
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