First-Time Caller (Heartstrings, #1)

by B.K. Borison

It feels like every time I get my hopes up for something good, reality comes out swinging. I don’t know how to be a hopeful person anymore. It’s easier not to be.

You don’t have to be alone to be lonely.

“Nah, Lucie.” In my dream, he brushes a kiss against my forehead. “I think you’re the magic.”