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352 pages, Hardcover
First published December 3, 2019
I grab the phone.
“Yes?� I say.
Silence greets me.
“Who is this?� I whisper, heart hammering furiously.
There’s another second’s silence, and then I hear the click as whoever is on the other end hangs up. As I stare at the phone, there’s an enormous BOOM. The window shatters, and glass flies across the room. A wall of heat rushes toward me as a crackle and a deafening roar fill my ears.
He’s so different now, so grown-up in a way that makes me feel weirdly uncomfortable and also makes me want to keep staring.
“I’m sorry,� Tristan says, and it riles me because the last thing I want or need is his pity. “You shouldn’t have had to deal with that all by yourself. It must have been hard.�
That’s an understatement. But something catches in my chest. I think he might be the first person who’s ever recognized how hard it was.
I know I should probably pull away because I’m no longer crying, but I don’t want to. I feel safe in his arms.
I stare into her eyes . She looks at me , her face so open , like she’s standing, holding her heart in her hands and offering it to me. The vulnerability gives me pause. But then she does something unexpected: she pushes up on tiptoe and presses her lips to mine.
Tristan wraps his arms around my waist from behind.
“I won’t ever let him hurt you,� he tells me, whispering the words into my ear before kissing me on the jaw.
I shiver against his body and lean into him, closing my eyes, wishing I could believe him.
“I’m sorry,� Tristan says, and it riles me because the last thing I want or need is his pity. “You shouldn’t have had to deal with that all by yourself. It must have been hard.� But something catches in my chest. I think he might be the first person who’s ever recognized how hard it was.�