Consider Me (Playing For Keeps, #1)

by Becka Mack

Time either races or drags; there’s no in between.

Hope works the same way. Everything feels slow and dark without it, like a night spent waiting for the sun to rise.

I think we’re afraid of the things that have the power to change our lives.

Moments are fleeting, and people are too. Sometimes these things run their course; they get up and leave willingly. And sometimes they’re stolen from you, torn from your grasp as you hold on for dear life.