Beg, Borrow, or Steal (When in Rome, #3)

by Sarah Adams

Grief grows fresh claws in my heart, and the pain of losing them is new all over again.

Whoever said time heals all wounds was a damn liar, because sometimes my heart hurts the worst from the memories that time has erased.

But I also want her to come home. I need her to come home—but she doesn’t need me. No one needs me. And when they don’t need me, they don’t come around anymore either because I am a utility sponge. I am useful. And if I’m no use to someone anymore, they throw me under the sink.

Okay big sister energy but also I am a little sister and feel this

I don’t want to be consumed with loneliness. I don’t want that to be my secret defining characteristic. I want to look forward to something. I want to chase my dreams. I wrote a book! I wrote a book that I love and enjoyed every second of creating. I found a balm for my soul, and I want to keep pursuing it.

YUP

If my siblings are going after their dreams, I can too.

she loves stories and getting lost in them but loves the humans behind them more and enjoys getting to bring their dreams to life. My gut says we’d be a good fit.

ME