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Ever since she got sick two years ago, I’d been putting off taking our trip.
i'm...confused. the prologue was stated to be 2013 and chapter one was 2017. so that's four years, not two. but this is the second instance of lucy stating it's only been two years since the prologue
“I’m not here to replace your mom. I know she meant a lot to you, and I’d never want to take her place. But, I am hoping that someday, you’ll somehow find a place for me in your heart, too, because that’s the thing about hearts—when you think they’re completely full, you somehow find room to add a little more love.”
“And you’re an author?” Richard asked, knowing very well that Graham was indeed G.M. Russell. “I’m sorry, I’m not exactly sure I’ve heard of your novels. I don’t think I’ve ever read anything you’ve published.” He was being oddly aggressive, making the whole situation uncomfortable. “That’s fine,” Graham responded. “Enough other people have, so your lack of awareness doesn’t inflict any damage on my success.”
bahahahahhahahahahahha
“I’m trying to feel. I imagined what it would be like to be happy, and I think you are the definition of happiness.” His dark eyes locked with mine, and he cleared his throat twice. “I tried to list the things I find pleasant, outside of Talon of course. It’s a short list, really, only two things so far, and oddly enough, it begins and ends with you.”
“Being around you does something strange to me, something that hasn’t happened in such a long time.” “What happens?” He took my hand in his then led it to his chest, and his next words came out as a whisper. “My heart begins to beat again.”
Why are you taking care of his kid?
uhhh...do you mean, your niece??? why is she acting like it's weird for lucy to take care of their niece???
“Then why wasn’t I enough back then? He’s giving me another chance, and I can do better this time.”
wow...what a fucking dumbass
“Loneliness is a liar,” Graham told me, sitting down on the edge of his bed as he spoke. “It’s toxic and deadly most of the time. It forces people to believe they are better off with the devil himself than being alone, because somehow being alone means a person failed. Somehow being alone means a person isn’t good enough. So, more often than not, the poison of loneliness seeps in and makes a person believe that any kind of attention must stand for love. Fake love that is built on a bed of loneliness will fail—I should know. I’ve been alone all my life.”
“And I’m her father!” “No, you’re not!”
yeah i fucking knew that was gonna happen when graham said she was 31 weeks and the doctor said she was only 28 weeks
“My father,” I said, my voice cracking. Kent Theodore Russell, a man, a father, a hero. My personal hell.
yup fucking called that too
