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480 pages, Paperback
First published November 3, 2023
“I picture her, as a sixteen-year-old girl, less angry and caring for children, budgeting, cleaning up her father even when he didn’t deserve it. To protect her brothers. To keep them close, because there wasn’t one adult in her life she could trust. And no one was taking care of her.”
“My body is healed, fully, every bit of it pressed back together. My mind is the thing that’s broken, permanently.”
“You are worth it. And if I have to fight the little demons in your mind that convince you otherwise for every day for the rest of our lives? I’ll happily do it. Do you understand?”
“i start to wonder if cartoon hearts are
popping up over my head. everything in my system calms. it’s never like this with anyone else. absolute peace. It leaves me full, unprotected, unaware of anything except the softness of her skin and
the hard pillars of stone that guard her heart.“
“rhys koteskiy could never be confined to
just one song—he’s a symphony, a never ending playlist that i want to repeat forever.“
“loathing, self-hatred. If you feed them enough they grow like irremovable vines. mine grew thorns and wrapped around me as a kid, and no one has ever bothered to try and get in. until now.
“I thought maybe you could listen to it while you skate and… I don’t know. It’s stupid—” “It’s not,” I cut her off vehemently. “You made me a playlist.” “Yeah.”
“I like anything when it comes to you,” he confesses, and my heart clenches.
“I don’t know the song.” “You don’t know ‘Getaway Car’?”
“That’s nice,” Liam mumbles quietly. “What is, bud?” He tucks his head into my neck. “That you have a mommy. And a nice one.”
Oliver crashes to the floor almost instantly, quietly begging Liam not to wake me. But Liam ignores his plea and walks right over to my bed. I shut my eyes tight, feigning sleep, and he presses a gentle kiss to my forehead before whispering, “Sweet dreams, Sissy.”
Liam howls and elbows me in the side. “I’m gonna be the loudest one so Sissy knows it’s me.”
But Oliver was too old, and he understood everything, which meant that he wanted to protect me. So he always lived on edge, ready to fight for me.