Last Call at the Local (Love, Lists & Fancy Ships, #3)

by Sarah Grunder Ruiz

A mess in every way. Someone must have made

her see herself that way, and whoever it is, I hate them.

When I see homes like this—imperfect but clearly loved—it makes my chest ache. I want to have a place like this. Somewhere to belong. A place that’s mine, where I can be myself with people who understand me and like me just the way I am. People who don’t wish I was someone else.