Chapter 2: Caramel Apples and Broken Promises
That night, back home, after the lights were out, Jackson and I hid under the covers, making shadow puppets by moonlight.
He made a dog with his hands, and I made a person.
I pretended to ride the fat dog and beat it up, just like he did during the day.
“See? I chased the bad dog away!”
We fooled around under the covers, but I could tell his mind was somewhere else.
I thought of what the fat guy said earlier and felt a pang in my chest.
“Let’s end the marriage. The senator’s daughter isn’t married yet, and Mrs. Zane is your aunt. If you buy her caramel apples, she’ll agree…”
Jackson’s frown deepened, his grip on my hand tightening as he cut me off:
“Do you even know what ending a marriage means, you fool?”
I nodded.
“I know. It means two good friends never play together again.”
“Afterward, we’ll never see each other again, and I’ll never buy you caramel apples. Is that what you want?”
I nodded again:
“That’s what I want.”
He froze, holding my hand even tighter.
“Are you just looking for someone else to play with?”
I pulled my hand away and explained:
“No. Mom said real friends want each other to be happy. You’re my best friend. I want you to be happy.”
“You played with me for so many years. Even if we never meet again, I’ll remember you.”
“You should go play with the person you like best.”
Jackson stared at me, his eyes turning red.
Then, out of nowhere, he yanked me into a tight hug.
“You really are a fool.”













