Dom (Alliance, #3)

by S.J. Tilly

Relatives are the people we’re born with. Family are the people we chose to keep around.

It seems strange that so many people, even when they aren’t talking, can make so much noise.

Growing up in a society that has only just started to appreciate bodies of all sizes. Growing up feeling less than because I always had to dig to the back of the clothing rack to find something that fit.

This is only a moment. I will be happy in another moment.

It often takes a lot of effort, but I try my hardest to be nice, kind, and accommodating. My therapist says it’s a defense mechanism. That I do it because I want people to like me and I’m overcompensating for my fear of rejection. My fear of not being liked. Not being wanted.

“Yeah, Valentine. And when you do things with purpose, you have nothing to apologize for.”

“Just because we can’t change the past, doesn’t mean we can’t be mad at it.”