Where It all Began (Blue Moon, #7)

by Lucy Score

But mothers always knew.

I need you to be someone else’s miracle.

The man made carrying shit sexy.

A polite human being who wears pants in the house even at night,

“I like to think I’m a sunflower.”

“Men are basically children,”

“I can’t catch my breath,” she whispered. “You can have mine,” he promised.

I’m meant to live here, love here, die here.

“You can make it up to me by giving me all girls.”

Grief called for movement. Anything to keep you going forward one step and a time.

It was amazing, the things the human heart could contain,