Suzanne and Beth exchanged glances.

"So someone else must have," Ivy said, sounding a lot more certain than she was. "It's a school picture.

Anyone could get a copy of it. I didn't tape it here, so someone else must have."

There was a moment of silence. Suzanne sighed.

"Did you see the counselor today?" Beth asked.

"I just came from there," Ivy told her, closing her locker, leaving the picture inside. She stood up next to Beth, whose outfit had also been selected by Suzanne. But Beth, no matter how fashionably dressed, would always look to Ivy like a wide-eyed owl, with her round face and feathers of frosted hair.

"What did Ms. Bryce say?" Beth asked as they started down the hall.

"Nothing much. I'm supposed to come talk to her twice a week and check in if I'm having a bad day. So you're both coming Monday?" Ivy asked, changing the subject.

Suzanne's eyes brightened. "To the Baines Bash? It's a Labor Day tradition!" She sounded relieved to be talking about a party.

Ivy knew that the last month had been hard on Suzanne. She'd been so jealous of the attention Gregory paid Ivy that she'd stopped speaking to her oldest friend. Later, when Gregory told Suzanne that Ivy had tried to commit suicide, she blamed herself for turning her back. But Ivy knew that she herself was partly to blame for the rift. She'd gotten too close to Gregory. In the three weeks since the incident at the train station, Gregory had cooled toward Ivy, treating her more like a sister man a girl he was romantically interested in. Suzanne had reached out to Ivy again, and Ivy was glad for the change in both of them.

"We've been going to the Baines Bash since we were kids," Beth told Ivy.

"Everybody in Stone hill has."

"Except me," Ivy pointed out.

"And Will. He moved here last winter, like you," Beth said. "I told him about the party, and he's coming."