Her breath hitched, and she couldn’t get her lungs to expand. She couldn’t breathe, and the realization terrified her. She had to leave this place. But her legs wouldn’t cooperate. She stood paralyzed, straddling the bike with the view of waves crashing against rocks along a rugged beach confronting her. A woman slowed down, concern on her face. Not Ginger Hoffmeister. Not now. Yet there was no doubt the short, slightly rounded figure belonged to her high school friend. In an instant, she transported back to that day in May. The sun burned hot on her face as she joined the other high school students. Seniors for one more week. The words tasted as sweet as cherry preserves on her tongue. In a couple of months, she’d head to University of Michigan, but before that a glorious summer of freedom stretched in front of her. She could spend every evening at the dock with Jonathan Covington. By Memorial Day weekend, he’d be back at his grandparents’ for the first of many stays over the summer.
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