One of Us Is Next (One of Us Is Lying, #2)

by Karen M. McManus

But you can’t change the past, you know? All you can do is try harder next time. So don’t give up on yourself just yet.”

People like to think they’re open-minded, but if you toss a tired gender stereotype in their path they’ll run with it every time. I don’t understand why the world insists on stuffing kids into boxes we never asked for, and then gets mad when we won’t stay there.

“Listen, Maeve. You don’t have to worry about Bronwyn and me. We’re endgame.”

They definitely are

Maeve blinks, startled. “Are you suggesting we…hack it?” “No,” I say. “That’s ridiculous. I’m suggesting you hack it. I don’t know how.”

turn away with a smile so they can have their reunion kiss in private. “Endgame,” I say to the empty room.

Endgame it is

Holding on to resentment is like drinking poison and waiting for the other person to die.