Redeemed (Dirty Air, #4)

by Lauren Asher

dared to wish so freaking big, Walt Disney himself would be jealous.

I’m not a unicorn because I’d much rather be a dragon in the story. They’re more badass anyway.”

“Because those who see beauty in chaos also see flowers instead of weeds, and that’s a gift in a world like

“Have you heard of Formula 1?” I can’t believe I’m asking someone this question. This is most definitely a first for me. “Kind of? Is that the one where they drive around in circles like the movie Cars?” A laugh bursts out of me. “No. That’s NASCAR. Please don’t insult me again by comparing F1 to that.”

This is the moment Morgan Freeman, the narrator of my life, interrupts me to say how this is a very bad idea. Screw you, narrator. Screw you.

“I hope you play again one day.”

I’m officially an F1 addict.

I’ve been living scared, which isn’t really living at all. I’m done experiencing life on pause anymore. I want to challenge myself to be better. To be someone I’m proud of, whether it’s pursuing a degree or traveling around the world.

family isn’t about blood, but the bond between people who care enough to stick around, even during the hardest times.