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10 pages, Audible Audio
First published September 23, 2019




"I’m better off without them. I couldn’t spend my life justifying myself and my own happiness. Like paying a toll for being myself and something I couldn’t change even if I wanted to. They wanted me to pay a toll or a tax, or a tiny part of my soul, every time I saw them."
He wasn’t supposed to feel anything for anyone else ever again . The light in his life had been extinguished years ago, and he’d welcomed the darkness and the isolation. Until a little flickering beacon came into view, of hope and human contact, in the shape of Jacob.
The weather had gotten worse. A cold, bitter wind howled; low dark clouds made it feel later than it was.The banter between the main characters came across as easy and natural. I liked both characters from the very beginning and as they fell for each other I also fell for them.
This… thing, this complex yet simple thing, did he feel it too?
Jake leaned in and drew August closer to him, their bodies almost touching. He gave him time to adjust, to pull away, to say no…
But August closed his eyes and gave into it, and Jake pulled him in for a crushing hug. He fell into him, let himself be held, and Jake held him as tight as he could. “You’re not broken,” Jake whispered.
And August began to cry.
The unsolved cases bore a kind of weight that sometimes made August unsure if it was trying to pull him under the surface. Or if it was keeping afloat.
(...) In the beginning, he’d often wondered how long he could do it for, how much of his soul he could give to his job before he had none left to give.
Now he wondered how much of his soul he would lose if he stopped.
Jake leaned in and drew August closer to him, their bodies almost touching. He gave him time to adjust, to pull away, to say no . . .
But August closed his eyes and gave into it, and Jake pulled him in for a crushing hug. He fell into him, let himself be held, and Jake held him as tight as he could. “You’re not broken,” Jake whispered.
And August began to cry.
“I’m a . . . I’m a mess.”
“No you’re not. You’re still you. You’re just made up of different parts now. There are new pieces to who you are. Those pieces aren’t wrong or broken, they’re just different to how you used to be. And that’s okay. Actually, that’s a good thing. You should be different after everything you’ve been through. It means you’re human, August. You don’t need to be alone. You just need someone who knows how your puzzle goes back together.”🥹