Restore Me (Shatter Me, #4)

by Tahereh Mafi

He looks up, stunned. His blue eyes are round and red-rimmed, bloodshot. His Adam’s apple bobs in his throat. “I don’t know who else to talk to about this,” he whispers. “I don’t know anyone else who would even understand—” And I do. All at once. I understand. When his eyes go abruptly glassy with emotion; when his shoulders tremble even as he tries to hold himself still— I feel my own bones rattle. “Of course,” I say, surprising myself. “Come with me.”

Adam and aaron

I’ve only been struck by a bullet once. The memory still mortifies me, but I don’t regret it. I deserved it. For misunderstanding her, for mistreating her, for being lost and confused. But I’ve been trying so hard to be a different man; to be, if not kinder, then at the very least, better. I don’t want to lose the love I’ve come to cherish.

“Why aren’t you listening to me?” He’s chasing after me now. “They’re coming to take her back, son! We can’t let that happen!”

“I’m the supreme commander of Oceania,” the woman says to me, smiling. “Your father and I have come to take you home.”