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288 pages, Paperback
First published September 23, 2013
“Crossing the line isn’t about forgetting the people we love. It’s about not letting our past sorrow steal our future joy.”

Life seemed to be throwing us at each other. Hadn’t it done enough already?
You didn’t find someone you loved and lost a long time ago just to lose them again. I refused to believe it. I wouldn’t let that happen.


** I would rate this book a 3.8**

"Our baby died on prom night, and nothing was ever the same again."


"Crossing the line isn't about forgetting the people we love. It's about not letting our past sorrow steal our future joy. Our lives were made up hundreds of these lines. Choosing when to cross was different for each person. We each had our own timeline for letting go"


"Our baby dies on prom night, and nothing was ever the same again."
"Corabelle used to light up a room. Her laughter was the happiest sound in the world."
"The pregnancy has failed. Then parenthood failed."













"Our baby died on prom night, and nothing was ever the same again."
Whatever whim or fate had blasted us apart four years ago apparently felt we should not be apart now.
For a few minutes, I always felt like I knew what it had been like for baby Finn, after the ventilator went off, and his little chest stopped stopped moving up and down.I didn't know any other way to cope.
I should have lived my life differently. I should have accounted for the possibility of a second chance. All my mistakes lined up in front of me and no matter how I pummeled them, they didn't fall.
"I never knew about these," he said. "They showed up later." I tried to cover them,
but he pushed my hands away. "They're beautiful." He began kissing each pale line, hip to stomach and back down again. "It's proof that Finn was once here."
God. I would not cry. Would. Not. I was strong. I was a survivor. I had gone four years without him, and I could go plenty more.
Crossing the line isn't about forgetting the people we love. It's about not letting our past sorrow steal our future joy.
"Life is short. Go after what you love and ride it as hard as you can."

"Our baby died on prom night, and nothing was ever the same again."
Corabelle doesn’t feel like any of the other college girls. On what should have been one of the happiest nights of her life, she and her boyfriend Gavin watched a nurse disconnect the ventilator from their seven-day-old baby. During the funeral two days later, Gavin walked out and never returned.
Since then, her life has been a spiral of disasters. The only thing that has helped is her ability to black out whenever the pain gets too hard to bear, a habit that has become an addiction.
When Gavin shows up in her astronomy class four years later, he is hell-bent on getting her back, insisting she forgive him. Corabelle knows she can’t resist the touch that fills the empty ache that has haunted her since he left. But if he learns what she has done, if he follows the trail back through her past, her secrets will destroy their love completely. And once again, she’ll lose the only person who always believed she was innocent.
"...I wanted to lose myself, fall into my one great love and just let everything disappear. He could do that. He'd been the only one who could ever do that."

