The Last of August (Charlotte Holmes, #2)

by Brittany Cavallaro

Maybe this is what happened when you built a friendship on a foundation of mutual disaster. It collapsed the second things righted themselves, left you desperate for the next earthquake.

She’d almost kissed me. I’d wanted her to. Everything was fine.

that the dread that prickled the back of my neck was the sensation of loss before it came.

I imagined her in a nest of clothes on the floor, her head tipped back against the wall, playing a sonata with her eyes shut.

okay we get it jamie! you’re in love with her *eye roll*

She looked like a whisper made real.