The Island

by Elin Hilderbrand

This was depression: the constant urge to escape herself. To say, I’m done here, and step out of her life.

Does anyone think this way about her own mother—that she’s a person with desires and longings and tender, aching spots? Tate had always fiercely loved her mother, but had she ever known her?

Human emotions present themselves in any number of shocking ways. —India Bishop

I have feelings for you that seem to own me. I’m not sure if it’s love, but it’s something big and I can’t shake it.”