Until I Get You (Fairview Hockey, #1)

by Claire Contreras

I let him see me. This version of myself who bleeds the same as everyone else, who hurts like everyone else, who feels.

Not only did he make me feel; for a moment, he made me forget what broke me, to begin with.

“That I’m overwhelmed with grief.” His brows hitched. “Are you?” “I don’t feel anything at all,” I whispered.

“Because the world would be empty without you,” he said. “Because we wouldn’t have met, and my soul would be lost for the rest of my life, searching for yours.”

And even though I no longer live in the darkness, everything around me is still dim.

“She’s not happy. She’s just gotten very good at pretending.”

He may have been, as he said, a shitty father, but he’s still mine.