OFFICIALLY, THIS IS THE LAST CHAPTER OF THIS BOOK! WHOOP WHOOP! Phew! Two important epilogues coming up! Then a longa.ss author's note that has some juicy details as well. But before the big vote of thanks that a lot of people would probably skip, here's a simple one: THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR READING MY BOOK TO THE VERY END. IT MEANS THE WORLD TO ME. (heart fingers!)
BOOK 3: CHAPTER 52 -ELAINE- I should’ve left right after the cookies. That was the plan but Amelia had other ideas. She held my hand with both of hers, clinging to me like I was the one who anchored her to the world “Please come with us to the bake sale,” she whispered, eyes wide and hopeful. Th
BOOK 3: CHAPTER 51 -ELAINE- After placing my lab coat gently in the passenger seat of the car, I paused for a second, hand lingering on the door. The action felt symbolic, like shedding one skin for another. The cool fabric had been my armor all day, clinical, professional, composed. But now, st
BOOK 3: CHAPTER 50 -ELAINE- “No.” I responded, glaring up at him just as hard as he was glaring down at me. The tension became even more thickened my defiance. Then, Duncan did something totally unexpected. He grabbed me by my wrist and effortlessly pulled me out of my seat. “What are you—” Ja
BOOK 3: CHAPTER 49 -ELAINE- My relationship with Duncan—whatever it was—got stronger as the days passed. I remember that night he told me to stay. I slept over at their house and even slept in Duncan’s room. Of course, he didn’t let us share a bed. He put a spare mattress down while I took his
BOOK 3: CHAPTER 48 -ELAINE- Something had changed between me and Duncan. Duncan especially. I couldn’t tell the exact moment it happened. Maybe it was the day he kissed me like he’d been waiting years to do it, whatever it was, Duncan was different now. Warmer. Looser. Still gruff, but no longer s
BOOK 3: CHAPTER 47 -DUNCAN- Elaine! That woman. I hated the way she made me feel. She was in my space, in my thoughts, in my blood, and I hated every damn second of it. Every day she chipped away at the walls I’d spent years building. She talked too much, smiled too easily, and stood too close.