I have no clue who Jeremy is any more than you do, but it’s not due to a lack of trying. I have done my best to keep up with Sloane’s friends, but it’s futile. It would take a blank evidence board with tiny red strings to follow who is who in her stories—there’s no sense in even trying. My eighteen-year-old sister has had more friends—and let’s be honest, boyfriends—in the last year than I have in my entire twenty-six years on this green Earth.
