Bared Souls (Beautiful Souls, #1)

by Ellie Wade

My mother’s voice—like a nagging, high-pitched parrot—rings in my ears. “Make good choices. Make good choices.”

In the history of my life, what has doing the right thing ever gotten me? More shit. Whether I do what I’m supposed to or the opposite of it, I’m constantly deflecting buckets full of shit.

I’m an equal opportunity addict. There isn’t a substance I haven’t abused.

so I’ll leave it simply stated—I love her. As deeply as a person can love another,

“Caring isn’t a prerequisite for actions in this house. There are many things that are said and done, and none of them are a result of compassion,”

I’ve realized that hate is awfully close to love. It’s an intense and all-encompassing emotion. I’d give anything to simply not care.

His heart was always too gentle and pure to

I could do no wrong by my husband, but it doesn’t mean that I didn’t want more for his soul’s send-off.

Nervous whispers buzz around me like creepy locusts, and I ignore them.