The Girl in the Moss (Angie Pallorino, #3)

by Loreth Anne White

Sometimes we think we’re keeping secrets. But really, those secrets are keeping us.

Things happen for a reason, Angela. I firmly believe this. One needs to seize the opportunities where they present.

Past trauma never really leaves you. You need to make room, a home for it, and learn to live with it and use it in positive ways.”

men were generally straightforward. Women were more dangerous—because they were more devious. The aggression was usually quieter. And sometimes darkly passive, hidden like fly hooks in pretty feathers behind smiles and compliments and nice shoes.

The truth wasn’t always pretty, but it was necessary.

Because no one should be a waste of time.

Maybe it wasn’t just truth. Maybe at the heart of it all, at the heart of all that was human, even in the dark, was love.