Losers: Part II (Losers, #2)

by Harley Laroux

“It’s about you. It’s…shit, Jess. I’d replace that engine a thousand times if it meant keeping you in my life.”

“Because you were my glimpse of heaven from hell,” he said. “You were the sun in my sky, and now you’re like a comet sent to earth. A wildfire I can touch…kiss…hold…”

It had taken me a long time to realize that “home,” to most people, represented a place of comfort and safety. Home was a place people wanted to return to, not one they dreaded or feared. I’d had to build my own home, my own family.

“You let yourself care too much about something, and it makes it that much worse when you lose it.”