One of Us Is Back (One of Us Is Lying, #3)

by Karen M. McManus

For my readers

Sometimes, I deeply question why any of us continue to live in Bayview.

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“Human unpredictability,” she says with a shrug. “People are full of surprises, even when you think you know them.”

Then he can’t talk, because I’ve launched myself at him, hugging him so hard that I’ve squeezed the breath out of him. I’ve barely touched my dad in ten years, unless I was trying to haul him off the couch for some reason. I’m not hugging him because of the money, even though it probably seems that way. It’s more because, if he’s doing this—planning not only for my future, but his—then maybe he’s making real progress.

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Oh.

It’s one of those perfect moments that I try to grab hold of even while it’s happening, because I know I’m going to want to remember it.

“I’m going to marry you, Bronwyn Rojas. Just so you know.” She puts her hands on either side of my face and pulls me close enough to kiss. But first, she says, “Oh, I know.”