Belly’s chest ached. Susannah’s empty chair in the living room still had her favorite blanket draped over it. No one had moved it. No one could.
Not yet, anyway. End of scene.
“Because I’m the one who walks away,” he said. “That’s my job. That’s always been my job.” book 3 the summer i turned pretty
Her heart slammed against her ribs. “What does that mean?”
She stepped up to the railing, leaving a foot of space between them. The salt wind lifted her hair. She’d stopped straightening it this summer. She’d stopped a lot of things. Belly’s chest ached
Conrad turned to face her fully. The porch light caught the side of his face, the sharp line of his jaw, the dark circles under his eyes. He looked older than twenty. Older than grief.
Conrad finally touched her. Just her wrist. His thumb pressed against her pulse point, feeling it race. No one could
Down on the beach, Jeremiah looked up at the deck. He saw Belly standing alone. And for just a second, his smile faltered.
Book 3. The summer everything broke.