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  Nothing ruined the mood like telling everybody I was seeing visions of their deaths and the end of the world.

  I might—might—tell Allie at some point. And the only reason I’d do that is to have her convince me I wasn’t totally losing my mind.

  “Maybe Lauren has something else to tell us,” Tommy said, still pushing.

  “Wait a minute,” Jack said. “Lauren, are you going to be a mommy?”

  Leave it to Jack to go there.

  “You know my thoughts on that. You know it would take a miracle for that to happen.”

  They all knew where I stood when it came to purity and waiting for marriage. And I definitely didn’t want that subject to be talked about on this night.

  Jack was a little extra animated from the generous amount of beer he’d had. Nothing unusual, just Jack being Jack.

  Thankfully, discussion moved away from me and onto other things.

  Thankfully, nobody ended up asking me about my mood again.

  8

  I could see them all out on the boat laughing and dancing and having the time of their lives. I was on the shore, watching and waving and listening. I called out to them, but they were too far away.

  It was nighttime, and I couldn’t understand why they hadn’t told me about the boat outing. Maybe I’d gone to bed early, but shouldn’t they have told me they were planning to head out onto the water later? Now the music and laughter and waves were all too loud for them to hear me.

  The boat began to head farther and farther out to sea. And then something happened.

  Flames rose from the boat.

  I could now hear the sound of screams. They couldn’t simply jump off. They were trapped. Burning.

  And as the boat and my friends became glowing ashes floating in the middle of the night, my heavy breathing and my pulsing heart and my sweaty forehead soon told me this was just another nightmare. I was in bed. My friends were fine.

  For now.

  9

  “You okay, Laur?”

  I’d held it together and kept my craziness from everyone. But Allie eventually caught me at a quiet moment in the house while the rest of the crew was out on the beach.

  “Yeah, I’m fine,” I told her.

  “It seems like something’s going on.”

  “I’m just tired.”

  “That’s what you said yesterday,” Allie said. “Seriously—what’s going on?”

  By now I’d made a promise to myself: don’t tell anybody until after the wedding. Nobody needed to know I saw the wedding party dead on the floor before the groom had even proposed to the bride.

  “Laur?”

  “Tell me something,” I said, not deciding to tell her but simply taking another route. “What would you do if you knew tomorrow didn’t exist? If this was the last day of your life?”

  “Sounds like a soap opera,” Allie replied with a giggle.

  “Serious.”

  Allie came and sat by me, then put an arm around me and gave me a half squeeze. “That’s what this is about,” she said.

  “What?”

  “This. The last outing. The final hurrah. Then one by one, we’re going to go our own ways. Some together, but not all together, not like this.”

  I smiled. “Yeah, I guess that’s it.”

  “We’ll always be friends,” Allie said.

  “How do you know that? A bit idealistic, isn’t it?”

  “I think friendships or any relationships take work. And I know you, Laur. I know how hardworking you are. You’re tenacious. Kinda like Skylar but in a different way. Sky’s tenacity is in getting her own way. Yours is in making sure others do.”

  Now she was genuinely starting to make me tear up. “That’s one of the nicest things I’ve ever heard.”

  “Well, I’ve been around the boys, so I haven’t had a lot of nice things to say.”

  We both burst out laughing.

  “I’m going to miss this,” I told her.

  “What? This place? The beach? Me?”

  “You, of course. Always. But no—this place in life. I keep looking ahead and all I see are responsibilities and burdens and weights. Some good. But all weighing me down.”

  “You’ll always have me to come lighten your load,” Allie said.

  I forced a carefree smile. Something told me I wouldn’t.

  Something told me Allison wasn’t going to be around much longer.

  And this feeling baffled me, and even made me feel a bit guilty inside for thinking such a crazy thought.

  10

  Each day during the week, Dan did something special for Skylar. Nothing over the top that would cause her to think something was happening. He was always being sweet to her, so this wasn’t anything new. But each thing somehow involved the rest of us. One evening we went through snapshots of the last half decade when all of us knew each other. Another was an evening out with just us girls (paid for by Dan). Another centered around watching Skylar’s favorite movie, My Best Friend’s Wedding (complete with matching dinner and sing-along from the scene we all knew).

  Little by little, Dan was giving Skylar gifts. And they were smaller and smaller items until the last, which would be a tiny box with a ring inside.

  But really, it wasn’t gifts Dan was giving to Skylar. He was ultimately giving her—and the rest of us—something we’d never let go of.

  Memories.

  That final night, we were all tired and giddy and both ready to go back home to normal lives and sad to leave this place behind. We did the nightly routine around the fire pit on the beach.

  And that was when Dan finally paved the way to asking the big question. We didn’t know how he was going to do it, but we did know we would be there.

  “Okay—I have a game I want us all to play,” Dan said. “I want to know one question you’re burning to ask. The number one question.”

  “Questions we’re wanting to ask each other?” Jack asked.

  “No—just questions you have.”

  “About what?”

  Dan shook his head at his friend. “About anything. Life in general. You can ask anything to anybody.”

  “What if you don’t have any questions?” Jack asked.

  We laughed and mocked him and he was amused with our response.

  “What? I’m being honest.”

  “Jack Turner,” Tommy said, joking. “The ultimate blank slate.”

  “Come on,” Dan said. “It’s confession time. Jack just needs a few minutes to wake his brain cells up.”

  “Ha-ha.”

  Skylar went first. No surprise there.

  “I’ve always wanted to ask my parents something. I’ve always wanted them to tell me if they’re just faking it. If they really, truly are that in love with one another.”

  “That’s awful,” Tommy said.

  “What? I’m being honest.”

  “Your parents are crazy for each other.”

  “I know, I know,” Skylar said. “It’s just—I wish I knew their secret. Or if they’re just really good fakers.”

  We laughed and couldn’t believe she actually thought that. Everybody knew the Chapmans. They weren’t faking it. Granted, I’m sure they had their struggles, though it was hard to imagine.

  Each question seemed to get a little deeper and more personal.

  I brought up the whole having-kids thing with Blake. It was a subject that we hadn’t talked about yet, simply because I didn’t want to be the girl who asked the question about how many kids he’d like. Blake didn’t seem too interested in kids in general and never, ever, ever said something like, “Man, I can’t wait to have a couple of boys or girls one day.” He never went there. So of course I was genuinely curious.

  “So just ask,” Tommy eventually said.

  “I don’t want to even go there. I mean—we’re barely talking about the future and all that. I don’t want him feeling pressured.”

  Tommy’s question revolved around his father and what he really thought of To
mmy’s current career and life direction. It was an obvious choice for Tommy, since he spoke often about his clashes with his parents.

  When Jack finally got serious, he opened up about his hope and desire to play some kind of professional sport and the door that had closed since college. I knew it had been tough for him but didn’t realize how tough.

  For all of us, the vulnerability being expressed was special and rare.

  These were all such great people.

  Allie finally began to speak. But as she started to talk, something happened.

  It’s like she was going to say something and then changed her mind.

  “I guess my question—my questions—are just general ones,” she said. “Ones I have that anybody could answer. I would just like to know if all these things I want to do—things I hope to do in the future—will ever come true. Will ever actually happen. Sometimes it seems like I have too many lofty goals and plans, and then I think I’m not even anywhere close to doing all of those. It’s overwhelming.”

  “You can do it,” Skylar said. “How’s that for an answer?”

  Allison laughed. But something told me she had wanted to share more. About what, I didn’t know.

  We talked more about the future and things we wanted to do and things we hoped would happen. This lasted for about twenty minutes and even I forgot that Dan hadn’t said anything.

  “Wait a minute,” Skylar said, breaking the conversation. “Dan—you didn’t even give us your big question.”

  “Oh, that’s okay. I enjoyed all of yours.”

  The fire crackled in front of us and the stars glowed like tiny little embers in the night. Dan had an arm around Skylar and looked comfortable and even almost tired.

  Little did I know Mr. Dan Wilson could be such a good actor.

  “Oh, come on,” Skylar continued. “You have to have some question. Something about the job?”

  Dan acted like he was considering. This was when I began to think, Wait a minute, he might actually propose to her.

  “I guess the biggest question I have is like lots of yours. Where I’ll be. I mean, I wonder if I’ll be able to do this night after night, week after week, year after year.”

  “Do what?” Skylar asked.

  “Be next to you.”

  That’s when I think all of us knew, including Skylar. Her eyes grew wider as she turned to get a good look at him. Suddenly she noticed Dan wasn’t tired and he wasn’t neglecting his question and he wasn’t only moderately interested.

  “Dan?”

  “I want to know if the girl I’ve spent the last few years dreaming about and loving would still like me around day after day. Will she grow tired of me? Will I be able to make her happy? Will she still laugh at my jokes? Will I be able to always be her knight in shining armor? These questions and ten thousand other ones all revolve around this girl I’m madly in love with.”

  We were all smiling and silent while Skylar turned to face him.

  “Dan . . .” she said in a soft voice.

  “No. Here’s the thing. There’s really only one question I want to ask. One important question that can change my whole life. But it’s one you have to answer. And I wanted to ask it to you in front of our closest friends. I wanted to surprise—”

  “Yes!” Skylar said, wrapping herself around Dan before he could get any more words out of his mouth. “Yes, yes, yes.”

  They embraced and kissed and we all clapped and laughed.

  “Let him finish,” Allie said.

  “Isn’t there supposed to be a ring?” Jack asked.

  “I wish I had my camera,” Tommy said.

  “I wish this night could last forever,” I ended up saying.

  And I was being truthful. I wish the night didn’t have to end.

  Dan finally managed to say the words to Skylar and show her the ring. She definitely wasn’t saying no now. No way. Uh-uh.

  We sat around the campfire for a long time. None of us wanted to go to bed. We wanted to take this one last chance to be together and be young and not worry about tomorrow.

  Little did any of them know I was worrying about tomorrow. I was worried it wasn’t going to arrive.

  I felt like I still had so many things I wanted and needed to say. But for the rest of the night, I remained silent.

  The silence still haunts me.

  The world hasn’t ended. My friends aren’t dead. The wedding is right around the corner. Everything is fine, right? So why do I still feel terrified? Why do I still get the feeling something is coming that none of us will be able to escape from? What is God trying to tell me?

  I wish I knew.

  1

  CAMERAMAN

  Everything goes black.

  For a minute, Tommy can only stand there freaking out. His heart races.

  Not now. Not today. This is so not happening.

  But as quickly as the screen went blank, the camcorder bolts right back to life, just as a high-definition video recorder should do. Especially one bought just this year for over twelve hundred bucks. Of course, it’s not one of those professional cameras that cost close to five thousand. Tommy Covington might be good, but he’s not that good. Or that successful. Not to own one of those machines.

  Maybe not yet.

  He’s on a sidewalk right next to the river, facing the hotel, doing the kind of work a second unit on a film crew might do. Capturing some shots on location for mood and for setting purposes. No actors, no lines to be said. It’s just background work, the stuff usually done by a team Tommy hopes to one day be a part of.

  Before I become the next big-name Hollywood director like Christopher Nolan.

  Seeing the world in the rectangular frame of a camera’s viewfinder puts things into perspective. For the past half hour, Tommy has noticed things about the city of Wilmington he’s never really seen before. Having grown up in the Chicago area, he still feels more like a Midwest guy than a Southerner. Yet he has no intentions of moving back north. All of his family are still living in the Chicago suburbs, but his true family is here in this city. Many of them are here in this hotel.

  Two of them are actually getting married today.

  Tommy aims the camcorder at the hotel. The Plantation is one of those luxury places that Tommy wouldn’t be able to afford now or even probably five years from now. He’s already captured the fancy logo and impressive entrance in a digital file. Later on, when he begins to assemble the video, he’ll do some fun things with this footage. Perhaps some narration, definitely some cool music.

  Dan asked him to do this as a favor, knowing that he’d do a good job. “Make sure Skylar likes it,” was all Dan had to say. Skylar, Tommy knows, has this way of bringing out the best in people. Granted, they might be angry and in tears by the end, but everybody wants to please Skylar. Especially the man marrying her.

  So far, Tommy has gotten a number of important pieces of the city on film. The Cape Fear Memorial Bridge. Riverfront, the intimate seafood restaurant where Dan took Skylar on their first date. The small balcony where they ate. The coffee shop they often frequented, a place Tommy spends way too much time at. The pub all of them liked to go to on weekends, a place Tommy spends way too much money at. All pieces of the puzzle that represent Dan and Skylar. Soon to be Mr. and Mrs. Wilson.

  Tommy thinks about the past month and realizes it’s been quite possibly the best month of his life. Maybe because he’s been around the gang so much, enjoying the final month of summer. Maybe because of what Allison, the maid of honor, said last night in an emotional toast at the rehearsal dinner, that this wedding was really going to change everything.

  Maybe she’s right. Maybe this will change everything.

  Tommy has gotten hours of footage on video since Dan proposed to Skylar at the end of the summer a year ago. The beach house they all rented, the proposal that all of them helped with. Tommy can only hope that his own engagement and wedding—if that ever happens—will be half as memorable as Dan and Skylar’s. But then a
gain, it’s Dan and Skylar. They should have their own trademark and brand. Maybe a reality television show.

  And I’ll be filming it.

  Of course, before Tommy proposes and gets married, he probably needs to start dating. That’s probably a necessity.

  His phone buzzes, and he checks out the incoming text.

  It’s Allison.

  I’m so not going to make it through this day.

  Tommy smiles at the text and sends a quick one back.

  You’ll do fine. And who knows? Maybe someone else will propose today.

  The text is simply supposed to be an encouragement to Allison. He pauses for a second on the sidewalk, waiting for a response. But none comes.

  Very typical. He’s used to waiting.

  Sometimes it seems his whole life revolves around watching and waiting. Watching for the right moment, waiting for the right memory to capture.

  Hoping for that perfect minute where everything finally comes together.

  He’s a patient man. He doesn’t mind watching and waiting.

  Tommy heads into the hotel, ready to capture some more moments on film. He has a feeling this day will indeed change everything

  Tommy opens the hotel room door and finds Jack standing there half-dressed, listening to his iPod and not stressed about anything. Typical Jack Turner, already running late and acting like the world revolves around his schedule.

  “You gonna put the rest of your suit on?” Tommy asks but doesn’t get a response.

  He moves over to Jack and pulls one of the earbuds out. Then he steadies the camera to get some more footage.

  “Jack, you have anything to say to Dan? This is it, man. He’s the first one of us to get put on permanent lockdown.”

  The smile appears, the one that has always made girls like Allison and all those others go gaga over Jackie-boy. Mr. Football Star, not quite talented enough to be the next Tom Brady but certainly handsome enough to play the part.

  Jack steps a little closer. He’s a bit taller than Tommy, a bit more broad-shouldered. A bit more everything, in fact. “You know, if you’re gonna shoot the wedding, you should probably be wearing some pants.”