Novel & Cerita It Starts With Us Free Audiobook

And us. ____ A. Gupta

She looked like a trapped deer, not able to move as the Victoria girl towered over her. My feet were moving before I ordered them to, and I heard my name as I drew close. None of them heard or saw me approach until I was right up on them. "Give it to me. Are you drawing him again? Dream on, Gabe Russo has no interest in the likes of you." What the fuck? Victoria held out her hand for the book while Gianna clutched it closer to her chest.

I dashed outside in a flash. Oscar lay limply on my mom's shoulder, his arm dangling from the side. I reached out to check the pulse on his neck. When I touched it, I failed to detect any beat. My heart tightened, and my mind went blank. Almost instinctively, I shouted, "Quick! Lay him flat on the ground!" My mom laid him down, and I knelt on the floor to start CPR on Oscar. I began pressing on his chest frantically.

“Then today is a good start. She glanced at the book in his hands. “Are you actually reading, or are you just holding it for dramatic effect?” Atlas flipped the book closed, revealing the title. The Art of Letting Go. Lily snorted. “Did you pick that on purpose?” “Fate,” Atlas said with a grin. Lily shook her head, but she couldn’t deny the irony. Maybe it was fate. Maybe she was meant to be here, right now, learning how to let go. A comfortable silence settled between them as she sipped her coffee. She wasn’t sure how long they sat there, lost in the quiet, but for the first time in a long time, she wasn’t in a rush to be anywhere else.

"Make yourself at home. Wait here." As soon as Roman disappears to his room, Mia collapses on the couch. The place is too good to be true to be offered for free. From where she comes from, there is no such thing as free. But at least, she has a bed to crash into now. She can leave the thinking for tomorrow. For now, she feels like she can breathe again. Her eyelids start to feel heavy. She lets herself be pulled down to the darkness. A gentle tap brings her back to consciousness.

Sophie. Morning. Hope you survived the gala and Carter’s temper. Sending you some links—audio books and podcasts. Not just Pilates, but history, politics, even Austen. You don’t need paper to learn, Amber. There are other ways. The words doubled and slid. I could read, I always could, but when nerves were bad the letters fought me, mocking. I tapped the text-to-speech icon. The phone’s voice was flat, but at least it didn’t laugh when my brain twisted words. Wellness. Pilates basics. U.S. history. Austen. Relief spread through me so fast I almost laughed.

"Try what?" "This. Us."