Just for the Summer (Part of Your World, #3)

by Abby Jimenez

It was like there was no peaceful place to exist, no emotional safe space. I could have chaos, or I could have worry. I could be in the tornado, or I could be in the eye. But I could never be out of the storm.

was so… familiar. Like I was dating a boy I grew up with and I hadn’t seen him in a few years and when I did, he’d turned into someone irresistible.

It shouldn’t surprise you that she continues to be disappointing, yet again, but it always does and I’m sick of seeing you get hurt. You need to lower your expectations waaaaaay down. The bar is on the floor and she’ll bring a shovel, every time. The sooner you realize that, the happier you’ll be.”

I never stopped waiting.

Not everything that comes out of crisis is bad. Sometimes your traumas are the reason you know how to help.

It was easier to pretend to be angry and tough than to admit to being devastated and heartbroken.

I’d been more affected by my upbringing than I’d been willing to admit.