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384 pages, Hardcover
First published January 2, 2024
“I could write a million songs about you,” Skyler says, “and it still wouldn’t be enough.”

Why should I? Why is that my responsibility? He signed up to be a father. I didn’t sign up to be his daughter. If anyone should be cutting the other slack, it should be him to me.
His wife died, too. And so what? Does that mean he’s no longer my father? He’s just a grieving husband? I’m some kind of collateral?
Me: death is looking a lot nicer than whatever tf life has going on
Evie Khodabux: you have to stay alive if you want to see me beat the shit out of thomas
Me: ...suddenly my will to live is stronger than ever
Some days, I wish I were never born. This is one of those days.
I want to hit something. I want to rip something apart. I want to do something, but there’s nothing for me to do.
It’s not fair. It’s not fair.
But it’s not like life has ever really been fair to me before.
“Fair enough. Mine are ‘Afterglow,’ ‘Cornelia Street,’ and ‘The Archer’."
“I would’ve actually taken you on the date if you let me.”
I cough abruptly. “Huh?”
“I mean, you knew our music and you were beautiful,” Sky continues. I’m gonna go into cardiac arrest at the tender age of seventeen at this rate. “And I could tell you were pissed near the end, but it was kind of hot.”
“No! They’re my family,” Sky says, voice cracking. We both wince. “I’d do anything for them.”
“Is there any reason you’re looking at me?” I ask when I finally return to my post behind the cash register.
“Is there any reason you’re looking back?” Sky asks, and I try not to immediately scowl at him.
“I asked you first,” I say, even though it sounds childish to my own ears.
He smirks a little, like he knows. “And I asked you second.”
“But I asked you first.”
“We can go in circles all day, Liana.”
I blow out a deep breath. “I find you very irritating.”
Sky grins. “That’s alright. So where’s this practice room of yours, anyway?”
“I’m buying you a bottle of vodka for your birthday,” I say to Ethan. “Bless your heart.”
“Liana, do not buy him alcohol,” Skyler says at the same time Vincent says, “Absolutely not.”
“Haters,” Ethan mutters.