“Love doesn’t survive in the dark, Juliette. It demands for you to step into the light.” She looks at me, her eyes sharp. I swallow. “What does that mean?” “It means if you ever want to see the morning, you have to forsake the night.” I lift a brow, my chest heavy. “And the night in this scenario is my family?” Beverly laughs. “Your family is midnight, Juliette.”
