One of Us Is Next (One of Us Is Lying, #2)

by Karen M. McManus

But you can’t change the past, you know? All you can do is try harder next time. So don’t give up on yourself just yet.”

At this moment, I’ve never wanted to do anything as much as I want to grab his face and kiss every inch of it.

I don’t understand why the world insists on stuffing kids into boxes we never asked for, and then gets mad when we won’t stay there.

We’re endgame.”

I turn away with a smile so they can have their reunion kiss in private. “Endgame,” I say to the empty room.

Holding on to resentment is like drinking poison and waiting for the other person to die.