“Skinny-dipping isn’t on my list,” I say as she cannonballs into the water, wearing nothing but her underwear and bra.

“The water feels so nice,” she remarks as she floats on top of the water, her hair spread out like a veil.

She looks so relaxed and the water so inviting.

“Oh, what the hell?” I peel off my dress and wade into the water.

She’s right. The water does feel fantastic. And while the moment is relaxing and not as heart-pumping as dancing in a club or kissing guys on Ferris wheels, it’s one I’m glad I lived.

An hour later, we climb out of the pool, dry off, and slip into our dresses. We don’t go back into the room, instead, heading out to the park across the street, where we watch the sunrise.

“I can’t believe we have to go home in a few weeks,” Indigo says as we rest against each other on a bench near a section of trees.

“I know, but at least we got to experience it, right?” I squint as the sun peeks through the morning haze and lights up the sky.

“I’ve taught you very, very well, young grasshopper. I feel like such a proud mama right now.” She pats my head and we both giggle.

Then we settle against each other and simply watch the sky. I feel so at peace right now with myself, yet afraid at the same time that I won’t have this feeling ever again. Suddenly, I find myself digging out my phone and snapping a photo of me with wet hair and slightly smeared makeup, the sunrise as my background. I have a content smile on my face and actually look fairly decent.

This was who I was once, I type then hit send.

I have no idea why I chose those words, other than I’m still a little high on such an amazing night. A minute later, I instantly regret it, but now there’s no going back.

I spend the rest of the morning with Indigo, waiting for Kai to reply.

He never does.

I’m not sure how I feel about it. Thankfully, I don’t have too much time to wallow over it, because hours later, Indigo and I are moving on to our next adventure.

“OH. MY. GOD,” Indigo groans as she stuffs her face with a double cheeseburger. “I missed you, my dear, sweet hamburger, even though you treat me poorly and go straight to my thighs.”

I giggle in the backseat of Grandma Stephy’s car then pop a fry into my mouth. “The food wasn’t that bad over there,” I say.

She narrows her eyes at me with a drizzle of grease dripping down her chin. “Dude, are you fucking crazy? It was terrible. Everything was either burnt or topped with some weird sauce.” She sets the burger down on her lap and dunks a fry into a cup of ranch. “Good God, I’ve missed ranch on my fries. I’m seriously about to have a foodgasm.”

“No foodgasms in the car,” Grandma Stephy says as she turns the car off the main road.

I set the fry that I was about to eat down as I suddenly lose my appetite as we get closer to my house. We’ve been back in Sunnyvale for a couple of nights now, but this will be the first time I’ve been home in three months. And it’ll be the first time I’ve seen my family since I discovered the secret about my mother.

It’s crazy that I managed to hardly think about it the entire trip. Now that I’m back in the states, it’s all I can think about twenty-four seven.

Time to get some answers.

“Are you sure you don’t want to stay with me for a little bit longer?” Grandma Stephy asks me for the millionth time.

“I wish I could,” I say truthfully. “But my senior year starts in a couple of days, and I need to get stuff ready.”

“What stuff?” Indigo stares at me while she chews on a huge mouthful of hamburger. “We already have your wardrobe fully taken care of. You’re seriously going to look edgy hot.”

I smile. She’s been calling my style edgy hot ever since around London, when I started wearing boots and leather jackets with dresses and knee-high socks. “I’m not talking about needing to get clothes. I’m talking about getting supplies and stuff. You know, pencils and notebooks and books. I also need to get started on my blog again. I haven’t done anything with it all summer, and I want to get it going again.” I tuck a few strands of my long brown hair with reddish highlights behind my ear. “I actually think I’m going to blog about our trip.”

“Good. It was an awesome trip full of tell-all adventures.” She grins at me, and I smile back. “Although, not all of them are tell-all.” She points a finger at me, warning me to keep my mouth shut about some of the more interesting stuff we did on our little trip, like our skinny-dipping adventure in the pool.

I draw my fingers over my lips, silently telling her I’ll keep my trap shut.

“What are you two girls yammering about?” Grandma Stephy asks as she makes a right into my neighborhood.

“Nothing,” Indigo and I say at the same time.

Grandma Stephy shakes her head. “Fine. Keep your secrets. Just know that I have mine, too.”

“Oh, we know you do,” Indigo says then moans through a giggle, “Oh, Harry.”

Grandma Stephy’s eyes widen. “What the hell are you talking about?”

“You don’t know?” Indigo questions with doubt.

Grandma Stephy rolls her eyes. “How on Earth would I know what the hell you’re giggling about? You two think everything’s funny.”

“Only things that are funny,” Indigo says through choked laughter. “I know this might be past your time, but the customary rule for having roommates is to leave a tie on the door when you’re hooking up. That way, someone doesn’t accidentally walk in on something they don’t want to see.

The two of them start bantering, and I sit back in the seat and watch the homes as we pass them.

I’ve never been a fan of where I live, but after traveling and seeing so many historical places, Gothic buildings, and even an underground tunnel filled with bones, I kind of hate the homes built to show off the upper class. But the hatred I feel for the houses dissipates the moment we pull up to my two-story home, and is replaced by the deepest, nerve-striking anger I’ve ever felt.

It’s going to be okay. Everything is going to change. You’re stronger now, and you’re going to find out about your mother. Maybe you’ll even be able to go live with her.

After my grandma parks the car, I get out, go around to the trunk, and start piling my bags onto the ground.

“Here, let me help you.” Grandma Stephy shoos me out of the way, takes the last of my bags out, and sets them aside in the driveway. “You want me to help you carry them in?”

I shake my head. “I can do it.”

“Are you sure?” she asks, stealing a hesitant glance toward my house, probably afraid to leave me.

“I’m positive,” I say. “Would you stop worrying so much? Everything’s going to be fine.”

“You’re my granddaughter. It’s my job to worry about you.” She pulls me in for a hug. “If you need anything at all, you call me, you hear?”

“You’re still going to help me, right?” I ask. “You promised you would.”

“I told you I’d look into it, and I will, but I really think the best thing to do is talk to your father.” She pats my back. “Take a few days and let the trip wear off then call me, and we’ll figure something out.”

I nod, hugging her one last time before stepping away. “Thank you. Not just for the trip, but for everything.”

“I just want you to be happy, Isa.” She rounds the car and opens the driver’s side door, calling out, “And remember, I’m only a thirty minute drive away.”

“Aye, aye, Captain,” I holler back.

Laughing, she gets inside the car.

I’m about to start up the driveway when the passenger window rolls down and Indigo sticks her head out.

“You know, I’m going to be visiting at least once a week to make sure you don’t go back to your baggy clothes, caterpillar eyebrows, and furry beast legs look,” she warns. “And if you’re not living up to your full potential, you’re in deep shit. I’m talking hours and hours of reading beauty magazines.”