It Starts with Us (It Ends with Us, #2)

by Colleen Hoover

Nothing you have done and nothing you could do would excuse any man’s hands on you out of anger.

I smiled. “Where everything is better.” He smiled back. “In Boston.”

“I can draw a seedling with two tiny branches. Yours and mine. We’ll be on our own brand-new, tiny family tree—one that starts with us.”