Book 3 The Summer I Turned Pretty May 2026

She stepped up to the railing, leaving a foot of space between them. The salt wind lifted her hair. She’d stopped straightening it this summer. She’d stopped a lot of things.

Belly watched the flames from the edge of the dune, a red plastic cup dangling from her fingers. She wasn’t drinking. She was counting. book 3 the summer i turned pretty

“Then why are you out here?” she whispered. “And he’s down there?” She stepped up to the railing, leaving a

Down on the beach, Jeremiah looked up at the deck. He saw Belly standing alone. And for just a second, his smile faltered. She stepped up to the railing

He let go.

“Because I can’t sit at that fire and pretend,” he said quietly. “Pretend I’m fine. Pretend we’re all fine. Pretend Mom—”