Verity

by Colleen Hoover

Here, I’m invisible. Unimportant. Manhattan is too crowded to give a shit about me, and I love her for it.

Most people come to New York to be discovered.

The rest of us come here to hide.

It’s what you do when you’ve experienced the worst of the worst. You seek out people like you…people worse off than you…and you use them to make yourself feel better about the terrible things that have happened to you.