Stanton Series Box Set (Stanton, #1-3)

by T.L. Swan

Why do I remember him in technicolour but live my life in black and white?

A broken heart is lonely business, and no one can take away the hurt. I feel so alone. I haven’t left the house other than to work, haven’t slept. I have however eaten everything on the southern side of the planet; there’s a lot to be said for comfort eating. I am full stomached and empty hearted. The emptiness is overwhelming.

I sit back and watch their interactions. I don’t believe it. How have I missed this? She has these boys totally under the thumb. They all dote on her like she’s the fucking Queen of Sheba. Wicked Witch of the West more like.