The Devil's Scars (The Road Devils Motorcycle Club 1)
She felt humbled and honored to be able to see it, really, because as life had shown her recently, these perfect and pure moments are rare, and when they come along after months of hell, or are stumbled upon at two o’clock in the morning, they have to be seen, appreciated, remembered.
But maybe – just maybe – once in a blue moon, they didn’t have to stay stolen, rare, fleeting moments, moments that passed and became tender, poignant memories. Maybe they could be just the first of many such moments; moments that slowly added up, over years, over time, over a lifetime. Maybe – just maybe, Zoe – these moments could become a whole life. Not all the time, of course, not every second of every day.
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