And so, she decides to convince her best friend to take one more vacation together-lay everything on the table, make it all right. When someone asks when she was last truly happy, she knows, without a doubt, it was on that ill-fated, final trip with Alex. Poppy has everything she should want, but she’s stuck in a rut. Until two years ago, when they ruined everything. For most of the year they live far apart-she’s in New York City, and he’s in their small hometown-but every summer, for a decade, they have taken one glorious week of vacation together. And somehow, ever since a fateful car share home from college many years ago, they are the very best of friends. She has insatiable wanderlust he prefers to stay home with a book.
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