Sylvia Day Novel Novels & Stories

The memory burning. “I wish you'd just died that day when you were ten. I wish they never revived you.” And then there was what Daniela had said when she agreed to go out with him. "Adrian, you passed my test. Now I believe you're really over that deaf girl. You and me. A date." Every single sentence felt like a needle piercing straight through his chest, and the pain was bone-deep. Adrian's vision went dark, and his mind suddenly jumped to that day at the mall.

I didn't let him finish. I walked into that room, sat beside Maria's bed, and whispered into her ear: "Sister." Maria didn't wake up. But a single tear slipped from the corner of her eye. I stayed by her side for days after that. I told her everything—my life, my struggles, and how much Joseph loved her. I told her she had nothing to be sorry for. And finally—on a sun-drenched afternoon—her eyes fluttered open. I gasped, tears spilling down my face. "Sister. You're awake."