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“Not good,” I said as I snuggled into him. “She texted me this morning. Her flight got canceled, so she won't be here until sometime tomorrow.”

“Perfect,” Josh said as he pulled me tighter in to his chest. “My roommate's parents are still here, so my room is off-limits for a while.”

I'd met his roommate when I was walking Mom and Dad out to their car. They wanted to stop by Josh's room before they left and say goodbye to him. They made Josh promise for the gazillionth time to take care of me and to call them if I seemed distant or depressed. I hadn't been off since the day I finally admitted to the world who I was, since the day I reclaimed my life and let myself mourn my sister. But that didn't stop Mom and Dad from worrying, from being overprotective.

“What's he like?” I asked.

“Who, Todd?” Josh asked as he scooched up on the bed and rolled his eyes. “Let's see. Didn't matter that I was here first and had my stuff put away, I had to pack everything up and move it to the other side of the room because, apparently, he absolutely has to have the right side. Everything … his binders, his closets, even his sheets are color coordinated. He made my mother take the TV and DVD player I brought home because he said it was a distraction, and if I needed that kind of noise in my life, then there was no reason I couldn't get it in the common area.”

I couldn't help it—I cracked up because seeing Josh frustrated was funny.

“Oh, it gets better,” he said, dead serious, and I did my best to control my amusement, to stop smiling and look completely enthralled by his rant.

I couldn't imagine what he was going to come out with next, but I waved him on, happy that he—that we—were finally here, talking about normal stuff like roommates and bulletin boards as opposed to dead sisters and lies. “How much better?”

“Todd has what I would call an unhealthy fascination with the Impressionist period. My room is now covered with pastel prints.”

My giggling erupted into a full-blown howl at that. Josh tried for angry, went so far as to poke me in an attempt to get me to stop, but even he couldn't stop himself from seeing the humor in it.

“What about your comic-book and manga drawings? I take it he doesn't appreciate your talent.”

“Appreciate it? According to him, comic books are for prepubescent boys with bad parental role models and a superhero complex. Yeah … we are going to get along fantastically.”

“Umm, I bet you are,” I said. I gave them two months tops before one of them snapped and demanded a new roommate. My guess was it'd be Josh. Until then, I figured Josh could spend his time here, lounging on my bed studying and drawing.

I picked up the can of soda that was sitting on the windowsill and raised it in a toast. “Here's to hoping my roommate likes you, because from the sounds of it you are practically going to be living here.”

Josh took the soda from my hand and deposited it back on the windowsill behind us. I knew what he was doing. I'd seen that look a hundred times before—the sparkle of humor hidden behind intent. His lips were inches from mine, his hands at my hips as he breathed, “That's the plan, Ella. Being here, with you, that was always the plan.”

 

ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

This book does not belong to me, but rather to the people whose patience and faith made it possible. Remembering that: Thanks to my agent, Kevan Lyon, who believed in me even when I didn't believe in myself. To my amazing editor, Janine O'Malley, whose extraordinary vision for this book taught me to dig deeper and write harder than I thought possible. Thanks to my family—Brian, Caroline, Kyle, and Casey—who ate more than their share of takeout as I wrote and edited this book into final form. To my sister, Julie Nelson … my first and best friend; my brother, Bill Burgess, for showing me nothing is impossible; and my parents for instilling in me a love of the written word. To the countless CPs whose long-distance moral support kept me going, and my dear friend Cyndie Furey, for having the courage to read everything I have ever written from day one.

 

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Trisha Leaver
is the co-author of
Creed
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CONTENTS

Title Page

Copyright Notice

Dedication

 

Prologue

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Epilogue

 

Acknowledgments

About the Author

Copyright

 

Farrar Straus Giroux Books for Young Readers

175 Fifth Avenue, New York 10010

Copyright © 2015 by Trisha Leaver

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First hardcover edition, 2015

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Leaver, Trisha.

     The secrets we keep / Trisha Leaver.

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     Summary: “When her identical twin sister, Maddy, is killed in a car accident, seventeen-year-old Ella assumes Maddy's life, only to discover that it was filled with dark secrets”—Provided by publisher.

     ISBN 978-0-374-30046-3 (hardback)

     ISBN 978-0-374-30048-7 (e-book)

     [1.  Sisters—Fiction.   2.  Twins—Fiction.   3.  Death—Fiction.   4.  Identity—Fiction.   5.  Conduct of life—Fiction.   6.  High schools—Fiction.   7.  Schools—Fiction.]   I.  Title.

PZ7.L428Sec 2015

[Fic]—dc23

2014023372

eISBN 9780374300487