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Lycéenne parfaite, athlète accomplie aux notes maximales, Emma n'a pourtant qu'une amie, Sara, et ne sort jamais. Personne ne la connaît vraiment. C'est ce mystère qui attire immédiatement Evan, tout juste arrivé de San Francisco. En quelques jours, il va bouleverser le quotidien bien huilé de la jeune fille, et devenir sa raison de vivre. Mais il ignore qu'en tentant coûte que coûte d'entrer dans sa vie, il la menace directement. En effet, Emma vit chez son oncle et sa tante qui la maltraitent quotidiennement, parfois jusqu'au sang. Et si elle fait profil bas, c'est avant tout pour que personne ne remarque ses nombreux bleus...
439 pages, Kindle Edition
First published May 10, 2011



What was with this guy? First I didn't notice him for almost a week, and now I could avoid him... Why wasn't I invisible to him like I was to everyone else?
"No one tried to get involved with me, and I kept to myself. This was the place where everything was supposed to be safe and easy. How could Evan Mathews unravel my constant universe in just one day?"
"I don't want to be angry. I don't want to let her get to me. I'm not okay with this," I said pointing to my head, "but what choice do I have? I'll deal with it. So please don't cry."
"That's what was bothering so much about Evan Mathews. He knew I existed. He was determined to pull me out of the shadows, and I couldn't get away from him. He wasn't deterred by my one word answers or abrupt responses. He wasn't supposed to be paying attention to me, and I was trying, without success, to ignore him. But he was getting to me, and I think he knew it."
"I don't know how to fit you in my world without hurting you too." The truth in my words revealed more than he'd ever know.
"Don't worry about hurting me," he said calmly. "I like being a part of your world, and I understand that its more complicated than you're willing to share with me. But I'll respect that for now."
"We were engaged in a very intimate dance of touching without touching, knowing without saying, and feeling without expressing. We were friends walking a ledge, a very thin ledge - and I was too caught up in my heightened awareness of his existence to realize how close the ledge was to crumbling beneath my feet."
"I knew in that moment, I would never love anyone in my life the way I loved Evan Mathews."
"Even if you won't, or can't, tell me - I know. I do have to tell you that I can't ever sit in a hospital waiting room again."
"I fell -" I tried to explain.
"Don't," Evan urged. "I know. Without you or Sara telling me, I know. So, even if you can't tell me the truth, don't lie. Don't defend them like it's okay. Because it's not. I won't let them do that to you again."




