To The End (Hannaford Prep, #4)

by J. Bree

“Actually it makes me think he really is your father. He’d have to admit he was wrong about lying to your mother and men usually have the emotional range of a fork.”

Sitting in my palm is a tiny heart locket, identical to his mother’s, so similar it’s only when I turn the locket over to read the inscription that I know he’s gotten me one of my own. Mine. To the end.

“You aren’t fucking expendable. You’re nonnegotiable. You’re everything I’ve ever fucking wanted and needed,