ВойтиTESSIE'S POV~~ five years later...The bell above the bookstore door jingled as the last customer left. I glanced at the clock on the wall-- 6:47 pm. My shift had technically ended twenty minutes ago, but Mrs. Langford always appreciated when I stayed to straighten the new releases shelf. I wiped my hands on my jeans and shelved the final copy of the romance novel I had been eyeing for weeks. The cover showed two people kissing under a sunset. My chest tightened the way it always did with reminders like that. "Heading out, Tess?" Mrs Langford called from behind the counter as I grabbed my jacket. "Yeah. I've got my cap and gown fitting tomorrow morning, then other... stuff," I tried to sound casual, but my voice wavered just a little. "Big day coming up," She smiled warmly. "Your dad must be so proud you are graduating from college." I forced a smile and nodded. Dad and I were... better. Not close, but better. He had shown up to a few ceremonies over the years and got me thro
TESSIE'S POVThe first thing I noticed was the pain in my throat, burning like someone had scraped it with sandpaper. Every swallow felt like swallowing glass. The beeps around me were too loud, cutting through the fog in my head. My eyelids felt heavy, fluttered shut. I tried to move my fingers and felt the tug of an IV line. Where am I?Memories trickled back slowly-- Harmony Ridge, the sheet, the drop, the darkness. I forced my eyes open. The hospital room swam into view, sterile white walls and the faint smell of antiseptic and flowers. Dad was there in the chair closest to the bed, hunched forward, looking like he hadn't slept in days. Diane stood a little behind him and then... "Jace," I uttered.He stood near the door, shoulders tense, arms firmly at his sides like he was holding himself back from running to me. His eyes locked on mine and the whole world narrowed to just him. My chest cracked open with a mix of relief and fresh agony. He was here, not in my subconscious.
JASON'S POVThe cheap motel room smelled like stale cigarettes and old carpet, even though Mom sprayed that lavender shit every morning. I had lost count of how many weeks we had been bouncing between places like this. Two months? Summer was bleeding away fast, the days getting shorter, and I still couldn't bring myself to care.I lay on the lumpy bed, staring at my phone screen again. The same messages I had sent Tessie a hundred times, "I'm still here. I love you. Tell me where you are" were still undelivered. Her number was disconnected or blocked or something. I had tried calling from Mom's phone too. Nothing. I even drove by the house twice last week, my heart hammering the whole way, but her dad's car was always in the driveway and the curtains stayed closed. No sign of her. Ava hadn't seen or heard from her either and her attempts to find out where she was from her dad bore no fruit. He just said that Tessie was in summer camp, but the abruptness of it all had all of us questi
TESSIE'S POVWARNING: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS SENSITIVE CONTENT. READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION.The first week at Harmony Ridge felt like drowning in slow motion. The place was nothing like the "healing environment" they promised in the brochures Dad must have read. It was a prison dressed up in bland walls and motivational posters. Every door locked with a loud buzz that made me feel like I was disappearing every time it sounded.Mornings started with group therapy at 7 a.m. sharp. We sat in a circle of plastic chairs, ten other "troubled teens" like me, most of them staring at the floor or picking at their nails. A counselor named Ms Rivera would ask questions in this calm, fake soothing voice, "What brought you here, Tessie? How do you feel about your choices?" I hadn't spoken for four days. What was I supposed to say? I fell in love with my stepbrother and my dad had a meltdown? They would twist it, make it sound sick. So I just shrugged and let them fill the silence with their own a
TESSIE'S POVThe days after Jace and Diane left blurred into a gray, suffocating fog. Three days, to be exact. Seventy two hours of silence so thick that it felt like the house itself was holding its breath, waiting for something to break. I barely left my room. The bed still smelled faintly like him from the times we had snuck moments together, his cologne mixed with the laundry detergent Mom-- I mean, Diane, used. I buried my face in the pillow every night, willing myself to feel him there, but it only made the emptiness worse.Dad still tried talking to me multiple times. He would knock softly, like he was approaching a wounded animal, and say things like, "Tessie, honey, you need to eat something" or "This is temporary. You will see it was for the best." It was the same things over and over. I hadn't said a word to him because if I did, the only words that would come out were the ones constantly in my head. I hated him, but I knew if I said that, I couldn't take it back. So, I
TESSIE'S POVThe photos in Dad’s hand trembled as he thrust them forward like weapons. My stomach twisted violently. There we were, clear as daylight; Jace's hands on my waist outside where we thought no one was watching, another one where I was laughing against his chest. Whoever took them had been following us for weeks.We barely made it past the front door before everything exploded. Dad didn't even give us a chance to sit down or catch our breath. The second we stepped into the living room, he slammed the folder onto the coffee table and yanked out the photos, spreading them across the surface like damning evidence. "Explain this!" he repeated, his face flushed with rage. "Right now, both of you!" I opened my mouth, but no words came out. Jace stood rigid beside me, his body tense like he was ready to take the full force of whatever was coming.Diane picked up one of the photos with shaking hands, staring at it in disbelief. "Jason... Tessie...?" She looked at us. "Is this r
TESSIE'S POV The morning after the wedding may not have been the fairy tale perfect and restful because my limbs were aching all over and my head buzzed from the alcohol but, it was perfect in it's own way. The feeling of contentment settled in my chest as I sat in my car with Jace outside the hot
TESSIE'S POVI stood in front of the dressing mirror, my hands pressing down the length of my bridesmaid dress. It felt foreign on my body. I never wore dresses and the few times that I had to, I always felt like a different version of me especially if I had to wear heels too. Thankfully for Diane'
AVA'S POV I have always loved weddings. The beauty, the magic filled with love and joy, but watching your best friend sneak flirty glances with her stepbrother who also happens to be the one guy I spent months crushing on kind of killed the fairy tale vibe. I mean, I was cool with it. Cool enough
AVA'S POV "Okay, your frown just went from a two to a seventy real fast. What's pricking your butt?" My friend Margo, asked as we walked out of the cafeteria. "Nothing, maybe it's just something I ate?" "Ava, you barely touched your lunch," she pointed out giving me a disappr







