The Darkest Corner of the Heart (The Brightest Light #2)

by Lisina Coney

I might be twenty-one, but I can’t seem to grow up.

There’s a fine line between being a good person—a good daughter—and being foolish.

When people don’t go out of their way to show you that you matter to them, is it really love? Or just an empty word?

Society isn’t always kind to those in their early twenties who don’t want to be party animals. Some people will even tell them that, if they aren’t going out every weekend, they’re wasting their youth.

I can’t control or change the past, but I can turn my future into something different. Into something hopeful and meaningful to me.

I’m not a bad daughter, a bad sister, a bad person. Fuck that.