Killman Creek (Stillhouse Lake, #2)

by Rachel Caine

My safety has to be found within myself.

You never understand how vulnerable you are in this age of social media until something breaks against you, and then . . . then it’s too late.

I’m already dead to the people I love, I might as well die for them.”

I’m too broken to be broken anymore.

But the past never leaves us. It’s in every breath, every cell, every second. I know that now.