When You Come Back to Me (Lost Boys, #2)

by Emma Scott

“Holden?” “That’s me.” “Aren’t you scared?” “Constantly.”

“É fácil amar você, meu doce menino. Mas você tem que se deixar ser amado.”

I was the problem inherent in the solution and always would be.

Silas leaned over the table. “Look. When you’re down in the shit, it’s impossible to imagine a better life than what you have. But it’s there. You just have to trust yourself enough to reach for it.”

Finally, Holden raised his head, hair tousled, eyes shining. “I’m about to say something extremely emotional and honest. Don’t hold it against me.” “You can say anything to me.” He swallowed hard. “Thank you for loving me when I didn’t.”

I start to make a snappy retort when River jerks to a stop. I follow his gaze and freeze. Margaret and Reginald Parish are walking up the drive. Reg is carrying a large gift, wrapped in silver paper and tied with a light green bow. The day is hot, and he’s wearing a Polo and shorts; she’s in a sundress. They’re both wearing hopeful, nervous smiles. “Is that them?” River asks in a low, angry voice. “No, my parents would never look that human, even in disguise. That’s my aunt and uncle.”