The Lies Always Told (Baker Oaks #4)

by Ambar Cordova

For the girl who grew up in the shadows of others, the one who felt like she had to beg to be seen for more than a score. For the girl silently screaming for years without anyone noticing. Being seen by him, wanted by him, chased by him, fought for by him feels like winning the lottery. I hope you know you’re worthy of being noticed in both the calm and the storm, in the silence between notes, even when you don’t speak it.

I fell in love with Nellie the way you fall in love with music—with a note first, then with the whole melody. It was beautiful and loud, like how listening to your favorite song makes you want to dance or sing.