I've finally become the kind of girl my little sisters could look up to. Except for the lies. Lying to my friends is killing me. And the longer I'm there--the closer we get--the more I feel like I'm being eaten from the inside out. If I go back to Eastbrooke, I'll end up nothing but a shell. So I'm not going back. I'm going to St. Croix by myself. And for the first time in my life, I'm okay with being alone. Except . . . I don't actually end up on the island alone.