"Help you with what?" my mom asked."The dock. A couple of the boards are loose. Thought I'd fix them today and could use an extra set of hands."My dad looked up. "I can help with that.""No, no, you go enjoy the day. Maya's young, she can handle it." David still wasn't looking at me. "If that's okay with you, Maya."Every nerve in my body was screaming."Sure," I managed. "I can help."My mom beamed. "That's sweet of you, honey. Okay, we'll head into town around ten. You two have fun with the dock."Fun. Right.---My parents left an hour later. Aunt Lisa went with them—something about needing new sandals.The house went quiet.I stood in the kitchen, washing dishes that didn't need washing, hyperaware that David was somewhere in this house and we were alone.I heard him before I saw him. His footsteps on the hardwood floor."Maya."I turned. He was standing in the doorway, jaw tight, hands shoved in his pockets."We need to talk," he said."Okay.""About last night—""I know what y
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