You were the one who changed us when you left me in the tree house; and you keep thinking that if you push hard enough, you can make everything go back to before that moment....

No, I’m not choosing him or you. I’m choosing me.

Castes never meant that much to me.

I remembered suddenly that Aspen had always been this way. He sacrificed sleep for me, he risked getting caught out after curfew for me, he scrounged together pennies for me. Aspen’s generosity was harder to...

I let myself be sad. I let myself think of him.

He wasn’t allowed to come with me there—my own rule for thislittle adventure.No more.Good-bye, Aspen.

The mornings came hard, and our caddie master, Dick Millweed, had a temper that could make a hangover seem like a seismic fracture. He was a small man with a soft, friendly voice. He was...