Whispers of You (Lost & Found, #1)

by Catherine Cowles

My pulse beat harder in my neck, the rapid rhythm of trying to fight off the memories. The sticky feeling of her blood between my fingers. Her fading heartbeat. The knowledge that I’d failed her. She’d almost died because of me. Because I’d let Nash distract me. I might as well have been holding the gun myself.

I get that this is traumatic but idc for this trope too much..the itwasmy fault-when it wasnt- so ill hold On to the guilt/blame forver

There were times I thought my life had ended the day I almost lost Wren.

But you ddnt stay...

There was no denying that he was handsome. He had dark brown hair, expertly cut and styled, but it didn’t swoop down over his forehead the way Holt’s did. And my fingers didn’t itch to run through the strands.

Its been 10 years...

The image that greeted me shredded whatever was left in my chest. Wren, dropped to the asphalt next to her truck, arms locked around her legs, rocking back and forth.

Wtf get somtherapy lady

Wren let out a sigh, pinching the bridge of her nose. “Is it going to launch rockets in a counterattack, too?”

Gwhy is she so against security ?

“Holt—” “Please, Grae. Just go to the station.” “Okay.” She was quiet for a moment. “Call me the second you find her. And tell her I’m really freaking pissed she missed our lunch. And that she owes me two viewings of Little Women and at least three desserts.”

What a childish repsonse with everything going on..screams autistic