Do Not Disturb (Deanna Madden, #2)

by A.R. Torre

There has to be a plan. I have to have a purpose. I am, despite all that rots in my core, a good person.

We don’t love people for their traits—traits are common. We love them for their unique ability to tug at our soul, to connect to us in a way that no other person can. Love is unexplainable, unpredictable, and often unreasonable. It doesn’t make sense, and doesn’t care to explain to us its thought process.