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206 pages, Kindle Edition
First published March 1, 2013


Trystan looks at his hand, still clenched tight. That fist. Oh god. He didn’t want to fight back. Fighting back makes it worse. Fighting back makes him like his father.
The moment remains perfect, as if it’s suspended in time. We cling to each other, hoping to God that there’s more for us, that there’s a way I can hold onto him. But, Trystan is like a snowflake. I’m afraid that if I try to close my hand around him, he’ll disappear from my life.
There is no hope. There is no peace. Accepting it makes it easier to wade through the day to day stuff.
I can be talking about the most horrible thing that ever happened to me, but with you here, the pain lessens. I feel like I’ll get through it and everything might be all right after all.
Trystan’s heart slams into his chest, thumping harder and faster. His breathing becomes jagged as his body tenses.
They know.