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282 pages, Kindle Edition
First published September 26, 2019
“No one can rob you of your power. Only you can give it away.”
“Snow—”
“My name is Holland, Oliver.” I hold up my hand, stopping his next words, finishing this once and for all.
“There is no Snow. Not anymore.”
And there will never be one again.
“A snake may shed its skin from time to time, but that doesn’t make it any less lethal, now does it?”

Is my heart holding onto a love that no longer exists, or is it imprisoned to a feeling that I alone fell victim to?
But that's the thing about misery-when you think that it can't consume you anymore, that it has done its worst by chewing and spitting you out, breaking you apart, and using your shattered bones to clean the flesh of its teeth, it surprises you with its insatiable hunger for agony.

Growing up, they tell us not to talk to strangers. Tell us not to get inside cars with strange men. Not to walk alone late at night. They warn us of all sorts of dangers girls can encounter outside their homes. But no one ever warns you about the evil that might live right under your very nose.
“No one can rob you of your power. Only you can give it away.”
"You can’t replace something real with an imitation. The only thing that heals a broken heart is when you find the one person who is capable of making it whole again."