“Sure,” I say with a bittersweet smile.
It sounds nice. White sand, golden sun, no one but my best friend by my side.
But it’s too nice to ever come true.
Girls like Vanessa and me never get happy endings.
It’s something in our genetics. We’re trailer trash. Human waste.
Why spoil a happy ending on us?
So no, nothing about this is fair. Not to me. Not to Vanessa. Certainly not to Evie.
And if there’s a way I can save myself without hurting that precious little girl, I’m gonna do my best todo it.
That doesn’t change the fact that I feel awful.
Do I feel guilty about what I’m going to do? Yes.
Am I going to do it anyway? Yes.
Because I survive on f*****g opportunity.
Van takes my hand as we walk slowly from the pool deck back towards the mansion. I’m actuallygrat
