The Prodigal Son (The Goode Brothers, #4)

by Sara Cate

I’m being downright fucking reckless.

starved for affection.

People who speak up tend to be the first ones knocked down. Being quiet is safer. If nobody notices you, then nobody can hurt you.”

I’m convinced that if I hold him tight enough and love him hard enough, I can scare all that darkness away.

“He’s changed. A lot.” “Prison will do that to you.”

Before I can even register what I’m doing, I launch out of my chair and cover the last few steps between us. Neither of us says a word as we collide. My arms wrap around him as he holds me, and the dam breaks again. I cry silently into his shoulder, shuddering without a sound.

“Dear God, give me strength. Please. I need you. I’m afraid,”