Losers: Part II (Losers, #2)

by Harley Laroux

Because really, our home wasn’t a house. It was each other.

They sat in their churches and shouted “Amen!” to love and forgiveness, before they turned around and used every avenue they could to make those they didn’t approve of pay for merely existing.

Life was worth living because I had my family, because we had each other. Losing any of them would shatter my world into pieces.