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Kate rested her chin on her knees. "I want to feel accomplished," she
said quietly. "I want to make things work the way I think they should
work. I want to wake up in the morning knowing exactly what I'm doing
next, and how I'm going to do it. I want to be the best at what I do so
that I know I haven't wasted anything. Because if I wasted it, it would
be likeтАж failing."

Her voice broke, embarrassing her. "God, I must be overtired." Because
her eyes were stinging, she rubbed them hard. "I have to go to bed. My
exam's first thing in the morning."

"You'll breeze through it." Laura rose with her. "Don't worry so much."

"Professional nerds have to worry." But Margo rose as well, and patted
Kate's arm. "Let's get some sleep."

Kate paused at the doorway to look back at the tree. For a moment she'd
been shocked to discover that a part of her wished she could stay here,
just like this, forever. Never have to worry about tomorrow or the next
day. Never have to concern herself with success or failure. Or change.

Change was coming, she realized. It was barreling down on her in the
dewy look in Laura's eyes, the edgy one in Margo's. She turned off the
lights. There was no stopping any of it, she realized. So she'd better
get ready.

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Chapter Two
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She got through the days and the nights and the work. There was no
choice but to cope. And for the first time in her life, Kate felt there
was no one she could talk to. Each time she felt herself tipping,
needing to reach for the phone or run to Templeton House, she yanked
herself back.

She could not--would not--pour out this misery, these fears to the
people who loved her. They would stand by her, there was no doubt about
that. But this was a burden she had to carry herself. And one she hoped
she could hide in some dark corner of her mind. Eventually she would be
able to let it rest, to stop feeling compelled to pick it up, again and
again, and examine it.

She considered herself practical, intelligent, and strong. Indeed, she
couldn't understand how anyone could be the latter without the two
formers.

Until this, her life had been exactly as she wanted it. Her career was