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341 pages, Kindle Edition
Published October 6, 2018
“Sometimes people come into your life to teach you something or show you something...”
There's a connection I felt with Jace. It's like the broken part of his soul attached to mine.
I just need to lose myself in my work, because the truth is when I’m not distracted, the pain is too much. It’s even worse when I’m around them.
Losing your wife is not a choice. Becoming a single father? Not a fucking choice, either.
Her mom. I haven’t been to a wedding without her.
After my wife died, she’s been the rock we all needed. A surrogate mother to my children. She watches them, cares for them, loves them in a way I just can’t.
Will it hurt to see a couple get married? How will it make me feel when I’ve lost my wife.
Normally, she might be my type, but ever since my wife died, no woman has piqued my interest.
I know. I felt that once. I had that. I know the feeling of everything revolving around one person and I also know the feeling—the stabbing feeling—of having it all ripped away.
He’s happy, and my life sucks. I have nothing.
This is my first wedding since I’ve lost my wife. Being here is a bitter pill to swallow.
Because as beautiful as he is, he’s not perfect. He’s not happy. He’s a shell. An imperfect shell.
Sydney isn’t looking back at me, Claire is. All desire fades from my body as I shake my head and stare down at the woman actually lying before me. What am I doing? What the fuck am I doing? As beautiful as she is, this isn’t right. I can’t have sex with another woman. I feel myself softening in my hand.
“She’s gone. My wife is fucking gone! It’s not going to be okay. Nothing will ever be okay.”
“I’m so sorry,” I whisper. Croak, really. “I thought . . . I thought I could do it.”
I know most would say daddy issues. And who the hell am I kidding? I have them. In spades.
“It wouldn’t matter. He’s either working or in bed.”
“What are you doing here?” “You invited me,” I whisper back, not knowing what else to say but the truth. He must have been drunk last night. How did I not see it? Jace Montgomery would never want to spend time with me.
Dad forgot to sign us up for camp this year.
“You want to go to the park with us, Dad?” Logan asks. Something in his voice makes me feel uncomfortable.
He needs an intervention. This is not okay for the kids.
“You must be ready to burn yourself in your own flame. How could you rise anew if you have not first become ashes?”—Friedrich Nietzsche
“What are you looking for?”
“Absolution.”
“No one can absolve you. Only you can do that.”
“He’s a mess. A hot mess. A sinfully hot mess. But he also kisses like a starved man who wants to devour the lifeline from my body.”
“He’s a shell. An imperfect shell. One broken and marred, and all I want to do is reach out, grab the broken pieces, and glue him back together.”