Verity

by Colleen Hoover

like. You can’t look at someone the way he looked at me—with the entirety of his past—without also imagining the future.

A mother wouldn’t write that about herself—about her daughters—if it weren’t the truth. A mother who never had those feelings or thoughts would never even dream of them. I don’t care how good of a writer Verity is; she would never compromise herself as a mother by writing something so horrid if she didn’t actually experience that.

“Crew. Sweetie. Hold your breath.”