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I spent so long wishing for death, but now that I’ve had a taste of freedom, I want nothing more than to live. I choose to live.
Still, that sick feeling in the pit of my stomach won’t leave. I want to claw my skin off. I want to scream until my throat goes hoarse. I want to incinerate his touch embedded into muscle and bone. Into the very center of my being.
That man is dead. But deep down, I know he has forever broken me.