Wildfire (Maple Hills, #2)

by Hannah Grace

For all the romance books I’ve read and all the happy endings I’ve enjoyed, I can’t imagine my own. I’d like to hope I’ll have one, but hope can be dangerous.

She’s never cared about anything I’ve done unless it directly affected her.

because with a mother like mine, whose self-worth is so heavily intertwined with the title of mother that it becomes exhausting, every word is a chess move.

I’m tired more than anything. Tired of feeling like I don’t fit into my own family. Tired of questioning my every choice. Tired of wanting to do better but feeling like I can’t manage it.