Motion

Laws of Physics: Motion

Forced to lie to protect her sister . . .
From the New York Times Bestselling Author, Penny Reid
One week.
Home alone.
Girl genius.
Unrepentant slacker.
Big lie.
What’s the worst that could happen?
Mona is a smart girl and figured everything out a long time ago. She had to. She didn’t have a choice. When your parents are uber-celebrities and you graduate from high school at fifteen, finish college at eighteen, and start your PhD program at nineteen, you don’t have time for distractions outside of your foci. Even fun is scheduled. Which is why Abram, her brother’s best friend, is such an irritant.
Abram is a talented guy, a supremely gifted musician, and has absolutely nothing figured out, nor does he seem to care. He does what he feels, when he feels, and in Mona’s opinion he makes her feel entirely too much.
""You are receiving a collect call from ACCEPT THE CHARGES, MONA!
at Cretin County Jail. If you accept the charges, press one. If not,
disconnect,” the robot—apparently the love child between Alexa and
Baymax—announced via my cell phone, the sound an odd amalgamation of
her voice and his cadence.
No. Strike that. Inaccurate.
Most of the words were announced by the robot. But the words
“ACCEPT THE CHARGES, MONA!” and the voice that whisper-shouted them belonged to my twin sister, Lisa. I didn’t press one and I didn’t disconnect. But I did stare at nothing, probably making my about-to-sneeze face, and attempted to parse through what I’d just heard. “Is everything okay?” Dr. Payton’s perfectly reasonable question hijacked my attention and reminded me that I wasn’t alone. I was in a restaurant. The planetary astrophysicist’s eyebrows inched upward as we stared at each other, his last bite of steak left forgotten on the tip of his fork. Fraught and feeling illogically harassed, I sputtered, “I don’t know.” This was one of the very few times in my nineteen years that I’d said I don’t know. I didn’t like not knowing. I preferred I’ll find out, I’ll figure it out, or I’ll know soon."