Fragile Sanctuary (Sparrow Falls, #1)

by Catherine Cowles

The fact that my family didn’t have any relatives in Sparrow Falls only made the Colsons that much more important. We’d bonded, creating a ragtag group that was our chosen family, spending Thanksgivings and Christmases together.

My mom had fallen in love with the ancient Victorian on a trip out here with my dad. He’d, of course, found a way to make it hers.

Happiness was the greatest torture of all because it could all be taken away—and it was so much worse than if you’d never experienced it at all.

“I might be silly, but silly’s a heck of a lot better than being an asshole.”

Sometimes, I hated that I couldn’t turn off the profiler part of me. The piece that analyzed everything and everyone.