When the song ended, Marcus and I both collapsed on the couch with big, identical smiles, and I felt grateful and happy and full.

BC: Five years.

FL: No one was awake to see it happen, except Rickman.

BC: Wherever the sharks led, Lucy Everhart's marine-biologist mother was sure to follow.

The morning the great white came to Rockport, my best friend and I were sticking our fingers into the coin returns of every pay phone in town.

BC: Need a hero?

FL: I'm going to tell you a secret: being a troubadour kind of stinks.

FL: Walthornenews.com

BC: Winning the Walthorne Way

FL: Everything started on the day I had that close call with Tank.

LN: "Well," I say, and I squeeze my dad's shoulder, "once upon a time, there was a girl and her dad."

LL: Maybe Helen had been pinging for a long time, waiting for one of us to join her below the waves.