The Courting of Bristol Keats (The Courting of Bristol Keats, #1)

by Mary E. Pearson

Our past is a shadow that follows us. For better or worse, it shapes us, and sometimes it controls us.

It was impossible to move forward when part of you was trapped in the past.

Life wasn’t always about change but sometimes about sameness. And sometimes sameness made you look beneath the surface, look at the bones that held it all together—and the flaws that could be its undoing. Change was a distraction. Sameness demanded reflection.