Everything We Keep (Everything, #1)

by Kerry Lonsdale

He isn’t dead. If he was, you’d know it. You’d feel it. Don’t you still feel him? I did. His voice in my head. His touch in the breeze. His laugh in the scattering of leaves on the ground. But that didn’t prove anything.

My heart reached out to him. I knew exactly how he felt. Hollow and incomplete. Loss left an empty cavity in the chest.

Sinking onto the sand, I turned my face into the wind, hoping the breeze would blow away the pain. The pain of rejection, the pain of betrayal, and the pain of everything that had been lost to us.

A watery smile curved on her espresso face, the kind that appears when you have a lifetime’s worth of confessions and no hope to correct your misdeeds.

“The worst feeling in the world is never to be remembered by the one person I can’t forget.