The Heaven Hill Generations Series
Everyone here knows who she is, knows her family, and exactly what she represents.
Nothing like me. I left Mississippi with a total of no money in my wallet, the clothes on my back, and a few changes in my saddlebags. There'd been no one there to see me off, no one to text or call when I got in trouble, and right now there's not one person I can think of who'll be looking for me. The moment my grandpa died months ago was the last moment anyone gave a shit about me, and the last moment I gave a shit about them. Swallowing against the lump in my throat (how long does it take you to get over this stuff?), I glance at Addie. Her face is cool as she walks to the other side of the bar. Part of me
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