A Twist of Fate (A Stitch in Time #2)

by Kelley Armstrong

Love from a man who saw to the core of me, past all my rough edges and idiosyncrasies. And I saw everything in him and loved him back. Loved him beyond imagination, beyond measure.

The glossy paper is covered in lips and hearts, and the typeface screams “Teen Spirit” and proclaims it to be something called deodorant. A deodorizer? I have heard of such a thing to cover the scent of manure. As for “teen spirit,” I know what spirits are—either alcohol or ghosts—but whatever is a teen?

Enough of that. I’m borrowing fear from the future.

We should all have the things which bring us joy, and no one should be able to shame us for them.

“Just easy on the honey, okay?” “Modern mothers,” he says, rolling his eyes. “Back in our day—which is right now—we gave our babies everything. Including opium. Children of the future are terribly deprived.”

The mind is an unfathomable thing. A treacherous thing, holding on to trauma long after the event has passed.