A Dark Lure (A Dark Lure, #1)

by Loreth Anne White

But inside she felt cold. It was as if the inky poison of the past had seeped in through cracks that had opened in her mental armor, and now she was going to have a devil of a time ridding herself of it all again.

That was perhaps the most terrifyingly alone feeling of all—realizing her dad was not invincible. That he was as lost as she was.

PTSD sucked. It was a dragon that lived inside her own head, shaking loose more and more nightmarish memories, each one prompting another like dominoes tumbling.

And in that instant she was certain that from up there, everything must look like it had a plan. A reason. A pattern. She just couldn’t see it from down here.

“I’ve managed on my own for years, you know.” “But you don’t have to.”