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You just never know where you're going to have a complete meltdown. It's never where you expect. And I can tell you one thing, I wasn't expecting it here, of all places.

Snow is drifting down in the most romantic of ways-big and soft though it hardly seems cold enough to snow. Jake is standing on my left. Mikaela on my right. And we're all just frozen, but not from the temperatures-from shock.

"Isn't that hilarious?" my mom says.

That phrase has probably never been uttered at a cemetery, but it has now. We're all gazing down at a dark gray headstone. I can't peel my eyes off my name, which is etched deeply into the stone. So is my birthday. And the other date.

"See? I forgot to cancel it!" My mother cackles. n.o.body is laughing.



Mikaela starts to point. "But-"

"Bet you never thought you'd visit your own gravestone. Who can say they've visited their own gravestone!" More laughing by just the one.

I can feel Jake watching me, almost like he senses what is getting ready to happen.

I look at my mom. "You think this is funny?"

"It's like being dead without being dead!" Mom's hands pop up like she's produced some sort of magic trick.

"You have no idea what it's been like to have everyone tell me I no longer have an ident.i.ty!" I'm yelling now.

Mom's arms drop to her sides. "What? It's not that big of a deal, dear. It was a mistake."

"Not a big deal? I'm the one who's still here, Mom. Trying to live. Trying to make something of the shambles my life has turned into! And you keep making it harder! You should have put up a stone for Dad so we could move on! Dad is dead, not me!"

It is a swift and stinging slap that I never saw coming. My head jerks sideways. I hear the gasps around me, the loudest one coming from my mom, who covers her mouth. Remorseful tears burst from her eyes just as I start to feel the sting.

I glare at her. "He's the one who is gone, Mom. Not me. I'm still here. You keep saying he's on his way home. Well, he isn't!"

Mom's expression hardens. Her lips stiffen into a tight line across her face. I've never once in my whole life seen this expression on her face.

"Well"-her voice is almost a whisper-"then maybe I should try to find him." Her eyes are so wounded that it's like her soul is spilling from her pupils. She turns and rushes off, toward the car.

"Mom!" I yell after her, but she doesn't stop. I have to stop her. There is no telling what she's going to do.

"But Landon," I hear Mikaela say. I don't have time to stop. I can't let my mom leave.

"Mom, stop!"

"Landon, wait!"

I turn impatiently to see what is so important to Mikaela. She is pointing to the tombstone.

"Yes, I know, disturbing." Poor girl. I wish she didn't have to witness this.

"But look . . ." Mikaela says, her voice low like she's telling a secret. "At the death date."

I glance back to see my mom fumbling to find her keys in her purse, then I try to concentrate on what Mikaela is pointing at.

"It's today's date," Mikaela whispers.

I kneel, reaching out to touch the numbers. An eerie somberness settles down over us as we all three stare at it.

I try to crack a joke about Mom even getting my fake death date wrong, but it comes out flat and dies right there at my feet. n.o.body's saying it, but we're all wondering . . . is it some sort of premonition? Am I going to die today?

Jake touches my arm. "Your mom is leaving-"

I jump to my feet and run. She is already in the car.

As I get close, I notice the car parked next to Mom's. There is a green "U" taped to the pa.s.senger window. I turn my focus back to Mom, but she is already inside the car and is starting the engine. I stand in front of the car, trying to wave my hands, trying to stop her. I can see she's losing it right there through the winds.h.i.+eld.

I hear footsteps coming toward me. Maybe Jake can try to get her out, talk some sense into her.

Mom and I stare at each other. She's not really going to run me over, is she?

Then I hear the car slam into reverse. Mom is still looking at me as she hits the gas. The car jolts backward and I hear the most sickening thud. I look through the winds.h.i.+eld. A small body flies into the air and then there is another thud. My mom screams. I scream. My feet feel as heavy as lead as I rush to the back of the car.

Mikaela is on the ground, blood pouring from her head, her journal open against the concrete, three feet away.

"Jake! Jake!" I scream. I look back and he has the door open, putting the car in park. He then rushes to my side. He is pulling out his cell phone.

I take Mikaela in my arms and cradle her little body, my tears wetting her face.

She is lifeless.

15.

Jake carried the flowers tucked under his arm like they were a football, and tried to juggle three cans of tuna fish and two bottled waters. The smell of the hospital was, for the first time, inviting. He was here for the long haul. How could he not be?

The card he brought was folded in two and sticking out the back pocket of his jeans. He caught the elevator just as it was about to close.

When it opened, he hurried toward her room. There wasn't a second to lose.

Bette was at the nurse's station. She glanced up at him and he waved.

"Jake, I need to-"

"Give me a minute, Bette. I've got to do something first." He walked right into her room, ready to tell Sam to get lost. He'd rehea.r.s.ed the conversation a thousand times in his head last night when not a wink of sleep would come. Over the course of the evening, his thoughts turned from anger and rejection to the idea that he didn't, at this point, have very much to lose. Maybe she would never love him. But how would he know if he didn't try? Maybe she would never come out of that coma, but somewhere deep inside he had to believe that she heard him. And if she died, she would know that she was loved.

In the room, the first thing he noticed was that her skin was very pale. She didn't look as peaceful. Her mouth gaped open slightly. Her breathing looked ragged. He quickly set the flowers, tuna, and water down.

"Hope? Hope, can you hear me?"

He pulled the chair, which sat in the corner, right next to her bed.

"It's me, Jake. I'm sorry I left a few days ago. But I'm back. I . . ." The words, as usual, caught in his throat. He pulled the card out of his back pocket. He'd taped it together early this morning, when he returned to the shop to clean up the mess he'd made. It was a rainbow and a river and a sunset and a storm cloud, all taped up together. Inside, the words were jumbled. Together, they didn't make sense, but word-by-word, they held weight.

Hope. Healing. Surrender. Love. Strength.

He looked at her. It was time now. It was time to tell her everything she needed to hear. "Hope, I want you to know-"

"What are you doing here?"

Jake looked up. Sam stood in the doorway, his arms crossed.

"I thought I told you to leave."

"You did tell me." Jake stood. "I just decided not to listen to you. And I decided Hope needed to hear that she shouldn't listen to you either."

He glanced at the bed, where the card sat. "What is that? Your love note to her?"

And then, before he even knew how to stop himself, he rose, approached Sam-and shoved him.

Hard.

Sam stumbled backward, his eyes lit with surprise. Jake knew it was coming, but he couldn't brace himself in time.

Sam shoved him back.

The next thing Jake knew, he had Sam slammed up against the wall. And then, in a flash, Bette was in their faces, her strong arms throwing them apart from one another. Jake adjusted his s.h.i.+rt, glaring at Sam.

"What are you doing?" Bette said to them both, but her eyes stayed on Sam a little longer, Jake noticed.

Jake stepped forward, pointing a finger at Sam. "What are you even doing here? Taking care of a guilty conscience?"

And then, like they'd triggered an alarm, the monitors began beeping frantically. Bette's attention snapped to where Hope lay. Another nurse rushed in, nearly knocking Sam over.

"What's happening?" Jake asked, but n.o.body answered. A doctor followed the nurse in. Announcements were made over the loudspeaker, codes were being shouted. Jake moved as they brought in a crash cart.

Bette took him by the arm and led him outside. "You have to stay out here."

Sam was already outside and the two stood flanking the door, staring each other down. Sam sneered. "Flowers and a card for a woman in a coma? That's priceless."

"Shut up." Jake glanced in. His card was on the floor, torn in two by all the feet scurrying around.

All he could hear was the chaos of trying to save a life.

GREETINGS FROM MY LIFE.

I'm not a fan of the smell of hospitals. It seems like despair and death have a certain stench. The waiting room is not large, but it's as if my mom is a thousand feet away. She sits in a corner chair by herself, rocking ever so slowly, staring blankly into a TV with bad reception. She won't be bothered or spoken to.

Jake sits beside me, rubbing my shoulder as I cup Mikaela's journal as if it is the girl herself. I watch him rise and begin to straighten chairs all around us.

"Are you expecting people?"

"Do you have something else you want me to do?"

I nod, trying not to cry. "Yes. I want you tell me Mikaela's going to get better."

Jake stands there, a chair half straightened in front of him.

"Say it!" I cry. "Say it, Jake! You're the one who knows what to say in times like this. Tell me she will be okay."

His gaze drops to the floor. I try to wait patiently, but he just stands there, not saying a word.

Finally, he whispers, "I can't."

I stand. "Come on, Jake. Here's your chance for the tiebreaker. We're two to two right now! Take the lead."

"I can't," he says, his expression solemn.

"Why not?"

"You were right."

"No. I can't be right. You have to be right this time."

"I don't want to give you empty words."

"You don't believe them anymore? That there are good things ahead, no matter what pain you experience? You don't really believe that?"

"I want to. But life . . . so far, I just haven't seen it."

"I've spent my life not being able to trust words. But the one person in my life who seems to believe what he says is you!" My words wilt right on my tongue. "Don't tell me I've been wrong about you."

"I don't know, Hope." He glances around, seemingly embarra.s.sed, maybe looking for an escape route. "I know what I'm supposed to believe. I know what I want to believe." He eyes my mom for a long moment. "But it's hard." He steps closer to me, just a couple of feet away. "Hope, do you know what happened to your dad?"

I hadn't said it in a long time. It is hard to get out. "Last time I saw him, he went out to get us mint chocolate chip ice cream."

"Do you think he's dead?"

"He has to be. He never would have stayed away on purpose-" My words are cut short by a sudden sob escaping my lips. "Mikaela has to be okay."

His arms wrap tightly around me. I lean into his chest, comforted by nothing more than the warmness of him.

"She wouldn't be in there if it weren't for me," I say.

He draws me even closer. I didn't know it was possible.

"Ms. Landon?"

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