The Case for Jamie (Charlotte Holmes, #3)

by Brittany Cavallaro

felt it. Felt everything. I knew I wanted to erase myself from the top down, like a drawing, and that still I wanted someone to touch my edges and tell me that they loved me despite them.

Reading took me away from myself, so I tried to be reading all the time.

Girls could be so profligate with their love, as though by spreading it wide, they would induce the world to love them back. As though the world wasn’t going to take that love and beat them with it.

“Just because you know something about yourself doesn’t mean you should be forgiven for it.”

When things were going wrong, it was so easy to imagine that everyone knew, that everyone was talking about it. But nobody cared nearly as much about your life as you did.

Maybe that was what you did—bent the truth open until it made a big enough hole for you to escape.