Twisted Hate (Twisted, #3)

by Ana Huang

I wanted to snatch back the accidental admission the second it left my mouth, but it was too late.

Being angry at someone is exhausting, and it’s been almost two years. Maybe it’s time to forgive, even if you don’t forget.

You couldn’t heal from something if you didn’t acknowledge it.

it would be the end of my world, but not the end of the world.