The Way I Used to Be (The Way I Used to Be, #1)

by Amber Smith

To every you who has ever known the feeling of needing new ways to be.

And I’m trying so hard to just go back to my life. The way it used to be. The way I used to be.

Why do I feel like, sometimes, I have no one in the entire world who knows me in even the slightest, most insignificant way?

My body is a torture chamber. It’s a fucking crime scene. Hideous things have happened here, it’s nothing to talk about, nothing to comment on, not out loud.

Empty, haunted—this house. Not by ghosts, but by us, by our own history, by the things that have happened here.

He needed to make her feel worthless, needed to control her, needed to hurt her, needed to leave her powerless.