Up in Smoke (King, #8)

by T.M. Frazier

She’s cocaine with legs, and I’m a fucking addict before I’ve even had a taste.

“Sometimes you don’t get to choose where home is. Sometimes home chooses you,”

“You know, just because a relationship doesn’t conform to the standard shapes you were taught in preschool doesn’t mean they don’t fit together. We may not all be triangles or squares, but we’re still shapes.