The Pieces We Leave Behind (Lost Hollow Book 1)

by Elle Mitchell

To all the lost souls. May you continue wandering until you find yourself content and continuously wrapped in love. And if you ever find that you aren't, I hope you look for more.

If I were a girl who was dead inside, what would I want to drink? "Vodka soda," I decide.

"It doesn't have to be serious to matter—for it to be what you need. Things don't

mean less just because they're temporary. We leave little pieces of ourselves with every person we meet and in every place we go."