Everywhere You Look (Never Tell Collection, #1)

by Liv Constantine

They say time heals all wounds, but ten years hasn’t dulled the pain or lessened the grief that has been a constant ever since he died.

knowing you’re screwing up your life and having the strength to stop yourself from doing it are two different things entirely.

I don’t smoke or do drugs. My addiction is the need to feel special.

I shouldn’t be content with his crumbs, but when you’re starving, crumbs can seem like a banquet.

most people view motivational speakers as one step away from cult leaders.

I need the drama, the angst, the adrenaline rush that comes with never knowing exactly where I stand with him. I don’t want a man who loves me unselfishly. I’ve already had that.