Chapter 57

• I take a sip of my margarita and lie back down on the beach chair by Tamara’s pool. Sighing, I remember what she told me a few days ago. I still can’t wrap my head around the fact that Beau will be married soon. Just the thought is hard for me to handle. It’s enough to make me want to drink, which is why I had to come over to Tamara’s, so I could do it without Dad eyeing me. I’ve been drinking more lately, and he worries.
• “There’s something I need to tell you,” Tamara says as she steps out of the pool.
• “I’m listening,” I say, putting my drink down and sitting up.