What do you think?
Rate this book


464 pages, ebook
First published February 24, 2026
⋆𐙚₊˚⊹“It’s always been me coming right back to you. You’re the end of every sentence, Delilah. I’ve just been too stubborn to see it.”⋆𐙚₊˚⊹
⭑.ᐟ “I have a lifetime of being forced into other people’s too-small boxes. I have scars and bruises across my heart from every time I’ve been underestimated, undervalued.”
⭑.ᐟ “I think you hide all of your best parts in tiny, little pouches, Jackson Clark.”
⋆˚⊹“Jackson is looking at me like maybe it feels like magic for him too.”⋆˚⊹
⋆˚⊹“You just said you don’t believe in fate.”
“But I believe in you,” I rasp. “God, Delilah. Do I believe in you.”⋆˚⊹


❝ “𝐼𝓉’𝓈 𝒶𝓁𝓂𝑜𝓈𝓉 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒—𝒾𝓉’𝓈 𝒶𝓁𝓂𝑜𝓈𝓉 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓊𝓃𝒾𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓈𝑒 𝓀𝑒𝓅𝓉 𝒷𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓂𝑒 𝒷𝒶𝒸𝓀 𝓉𝑜 𝓎𝑜𝓊. 𝒪𝓇, 𝐼 𝒹𝑜𝓃’𝓉 𝓀𝓃𝑜𝓌, 𝓉𝒽𝓇𝑜𝓌𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒹𝒾𝓇𝑒𝒸𝓉𝓁𝓎 𝒾𝓃 𝓂𝓎 𝓅𝒶𝓉𝒽. 𝒜𝓃𝒹 𝓃𝑜𝓌,” 𝐼 𝓈𝒶𝓎 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝒶 𝑔𝓇𝒾𝓃, “𝒷𝒶𝒸𝓀 𝓉𝑜 𝓎𝑜𝓊. 𝐸𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓎 𝓂𝒾𝓈𝒽𝒶𝓅, 𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓎 𝒶𝒸𝒸𝒾𝒹𝑒𝓃𝓉, 𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓎—” 𝐼 𝓁𝒶𝓊𝑔𝒽. “𝐸𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓎 𝒽𝒶𝓁𝓁𝓌𝒶𝓎 𝒸𝑜𝓁𝓁𝒾𝓈𝒾𝑜𝓃 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓈𝓅𝒾𝓁𝓁𝑒𝒹 𝒸𝑜𝒻𝒻𝑒𝑒. 𝐼𝓉’𝓈 𝒶𝓁𝓌𝒶𝓎𝓈 𝒷𝑒𝑒𝓃 𝓂𝑒 𝒸𝑜𝓂𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓇𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝒷𝒶𝒸𝓀 𝓉𝑜 𝓎𝑜𝓊. 𝒴𝑜𝓊’𝓇𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝑒𝓃𝒹 𝑜𝒻 𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓎 𝓈𝑒𝓃𝓉𝑒𝓃𝒸𝑒, 𝒟𝑒𝓁𝒾𝓁𝒶𝒽. 𝐼’𝓋𝑒 𝒿𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝒷𝑒𝑒𝓃 𝓉𝑜𝑜 𝓈𝓉𝓊𝒷𝒷𝑜𝓇𝓃 𝓉𝑜 𝓈𝑒𝑒 𝒾𝓉.” ❞
❝𝒲𝑒 𝒻𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝒾𝓃 𝑒𝒶𝒸𝒽 𝑜𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇’𝓈 𝒸𝓇𝒶𝒸𝓀𝓈 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒸𝓇𝑒𝓋𝒾𝒸𝑒𝓈.
𝑀𝒶𝓎𝒷𝑒 𝓉𝑜𝑔𝑒𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝓌𝑒 𝒸𝒶𝓃 𝒷𝑒 𝓈𝑜𝓂𝑒𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓌𝒽𝑜𝓁𝑒.❞
⇄ ◃◃ ⅠⅠ ▹▹ ↻
❝𝐼𝓉’𝓈 𝓈𝒽𝒶𝓇𝑒𝒹 𝓁𝑜𝑜𝓀𝓈 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓈𝓉𝑜𝓁𝑒𝓃 𝒷𝓁𝒶𝓃𝓀𝑒𝓉𝓈 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒶 𝓌𝑒𝒶𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝓂𝒶𝓅 𝑜𝓅𝑒𝓃 𝑜𝓃 𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝒸𝑜𝓂𝓅𝓊𝓉𝑒𝓇. 𝐼𝓉’𝓈 𝒸𝑜𝒻𝒻𝑒𝑒-𝓈𝓉𝒶𝒾𝓃𝑒𝒹 𝒫𝑜𝓈𝓉-𝒾𝓉 𝓃𝑜𝓉𝑒𝓈 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒸𝒶𝓃𝒹𝓎 𝒾𝓃 𝓂𝓎 𝒸𝑜𝒶𝓉 𝓅𝑜𝒸𝓀𝑒𝓉𝓈. 𝒜 𝓁𝒶𝓊𝑔𝒽 𝓅𝓇𝑒𝓈𝓈𝑒𝒹 𝒶𝑔𝒶𝒾𝓃𝓈𝓉 𝓂𝓎 𝓈𝓀𝒾𝓃 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒻𝒾𝓃𝑔𝑒𝓇𝓉𝒾𝓅𝓈 𝓉𝓇𝒶𝒸𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒶𝓁𝑜𝓃𝑔 𝓂𝓎 𝒷𝒶𝒸𝓀. 𝐼 𝒶𝓁𝓌𝒶𝓎𝓈 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈 𝐼 𝒸𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝓅𝓇𝑒𝒹𝒾𝒸𝓉 𝒷𝑒𝓈𝓉, 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝒾𝓉 𝓉𝑜𝑜𝓀 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝐼 𝓃𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝓈𝒶𝓌 𝒸𝑜𝓂𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝑜 𝓈𝒽𝑜𝓌 𝓂𝑒 𝒽𝑜𝓌 𝓂𝓊𝒸𝒽 𝐼 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝓂𝒾𝓈𝓈𝒾𝓃𝑔. 𝒟𝑒𝓁𝒾𝓁𝒶𝒽 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝒸𝑜𝓁𝑜𝓇𝒻𝓊𝓁 𝒸𝒽𝒶𝑜𝓈. 𝒮𝒽𝑒 𝑔𝒶𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒷𝓇𝑜𝓀𝑒𝓃 𝓅𝒾𝑒𝒸𝑒𝓈 𝑜𝒻 𝓂𝑒 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓅𝓊𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓂 𝒷𝒶𝒸𝓀 𝓉𝑜𝑔𝑒𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝒾𝓃𝓉𝑜 𝓈𝑜𝓂𝑒𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒷𝑒𝒶𝓊𝓉𝒾𝒻𝓊𝓁. 𝒮𝑜𝓂𝑒𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒷𝑒𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓇. 𝒮𝑜𝓂𝑒𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓈𝓉𝓇𝑜𝓃𝑔𝑒𝓇.❞
❝ “𝒜𝓃𝒹 𝓃𝑜𝓌?” 𝓈𝒽𝑒 𝒶𝓈𝓀𝓈, 𝒽𝑜𝓁𝒹𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝑜𝓃 𝓉𝑜 𝓂𝑒 𝓉𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉.
“𝐵𝒶𝒸𝓀 𝓉𝑜 𝓎𝑜𝓊,” 𝐼 𝓇𝑒𝓅𝓁𝓎, 𝒸𝓊𝓇𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓂𝓎 𝒶𝓇𝓂𝓈 𝒶𝓇𝑜𝓊𝓃𝒹 𝒽𝑒𝓇.
𝐼 𝓅𝓊𝓁𝓁 𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝒸𝓁𝑜𝓈𝑒𝓇 𝓊𝓃𝓉𝒾𝓁 𝐼 𝒸𝒶𝓃 𝒻𝑒𝑒𝓁 𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓉 𝓉𝓊𝒸𝓀𝑒𝒹 𝓉𝑜 𝓂𝒾𝓃𝑒. “𝓐𝓵𝔀𝓪𝔂𝓼 𝓻𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝓫𝓪𝓬𝓴 𝓽𝓸 𝔂𝓸𝓾.” ❞
”I know she sleeps with her hands tucked under her cheek, curled on her side.
She stole the extra quilt from my side of the bed, but I don't mind. I want her to be warm.”
“I squeeze her hips so hard I bet she’ll have fingertip-sized bruises tomorrow.
Ten perfect presses of blue and purple. The shape of my need for her.”
“Jackson is nice to look at and knows about cloud formations. Delilah catnip, basically.”
“Penelope and I have never missed a meal with you. You’ve never missed a doctor’s appointment or parent-teacher conference or dance recital. Why do I need a mom when I have a Jackson?”
𓂃 ꒰ ⌗ thoughts ꒱
𓂃 ꒰ ⌗ characters ꒱
𓂃 ꒰ ⌗ final thoughts ꒱