Tangled Like Us (Like Us, #4)

by Krista Ritchie

possess the unfortunate inability to run away from my own mortification.

reality likes to slap me with failures left and right.

“It seems we are dreadfully tangled, you and I.”

“You’re still good, honey.”

Feeling that there was happiness in his life makes me happy.

have no doubt you’d be great. But I’m your right-hand, honey. I’m your wingman.”

And ladies and gentlemen, behind me is a sword, a cannon blast, a shoulder to cry on, a stroke of hope—my mom.

God i miss Rose