You grew up with the Fishers. Your father went to school with Susan. Your families were neighbors. So it was obvious you knew the Fisher brothers. You were a few years younger than them, so by the time you graduated high school, they were already in college. Conrad had always loved Belly; you could tell by the way he looked at her. And Jeremiah? He always had eyes on you.

He was the perfect boyfriend. He'd come home from college just to see your volleyball game. He was nice to your parents and played with your dog. He'd bring you flowers or hold your hair when you were so drunk you couldn't stand. Miles didn't matter to you, since you'd mean everything for each other.

You called him in the morning, first to wake him up so he could get to class, and second to let him know you already knew the date of your prom. He didn't answer the first time; you thought he was still sleeping. The second time, he dropped the call, which was unsettling. On the third try, he answered.

"Hi, Jere—" you started, but a voice interrupted you. It definitely wasn't Jeremiah's.

"Umm, Jeremiah can't answer," a girl said, laughing nervously. You glanced at your watch, thinking maybe Jeremiah was currently in class and couldn't answer. But it was too early. On Tuesdays, he always started at 10:00, and it was 8:00. Before you could say anything more, Jeremiah's muffled voice came through the phone, and the call disconnected.

Two hours later, you were at his college.