Promise Me This (Wilder Family, #3)

by Karla Sorensen

We can’t fix all the world’s problems by ourselves, but even one small, nice thing can change someone’s world.

Watching your kid get older was the strangest double-edged sword. Feeling your heart break daily because they didn’t depend on you quite as much while wanting to cry from how fucking proud you were that they weren’t a total asshole human being.

Go hike mountains and chop down trees and build things and you too can look like me.

The last year had drained me so much more than I realized, and maybe it was as simple as someone I trusted asking me a really straightforward question. In the necessity to keep moving forward, I didn’t usually stop and dwell on what made all these decisions of mine so hard. But swallowing your pride after months of not feeling like you could do your job anymore had exhaustion stamped down to my marrow. It felt an awful lot like conceding to a battle, even if I was the only one fighting it. No one had warned me about how your soul deflated when you couldn’t find the words you needed. No one warned me that coming

“He was so kind to me whenever I was at your house. Both of you were.”

“I won’t be responsible for that. I’m the only one who can take ownership of my choices, and if I can’t write, then getting another job is what I’ll do to provide for my daughter. She didn’t ask to be born, you know? I’ll do what I need to do to take care of her.”

“No wonder you two get along,” the guy next to Cameron mumbled. “She’s the female version of you.”