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She’s…. light. She’s literal sunshine. And it makes a burst of anger shoot through me because I know that for so long, she was with someone who did nothing but dim her. Amelia
James snorts reeks of disbelief. “Brother’s best friend.” He pokes me in the thigh. “Very cliché, Tiny.”
Oh, God. Why? Why? Hot, sweet—most of the time—and he works in a bookstore? Be still my freaking beating heart.
“Marry him.” My groan echoes around the living room. “Luna.” “He teaches you self-defense. He beat up Dylan. He brings you coffee. He works in a bookstore.” She flicks a finger up with each sentence, her voice becoming squealier and squealier as she counts all the reasons why I simply must become the next Mrs. Silva. “He’s fucking perfect.”
Because by doing that, she consequently left me in Lynn Morgan’s care. Lynn, the woman who brought me to dance classes and collected me from my school and gossiped with me about boys and coached me through my first period. My mother left me and I found my mom.
“Hey, Tiny?” Ben whispers into the quiet darkness. “I’m sorry your mom’s a twat but I love you, if that makes you feel better.” Forcing my eyes open, I tilt my head and offer Ben a sleepy smile. “I love you too, kid.”
James pulls me into his grasp, careful not to jostle my bandaged leg but it wouldn’t matter if he did; I can’t feel a thing. His other arm wraps around Cass, tugging him closer, and our brother holds us as we sob, his smooth voice breaking as he whispers words of consolation.
Girassóis para o meu raio de sol
“Sunflowers for my sunshine” 😭
