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Or maybe the love Owen and I had shared was just as dead as my mother, sister, and Fletcher

No, I thought Our love wasn't dead It was just a little battered and bruised It would eventually heal, and I was deter If thatOwen ti to do - no ht now

"Co to open itself!"

"Be right there!" I called back

My friends had co to let theh worse, and I'd get through this too This tirateful that there were people here for me, people who cared about me

I looked at Owen's rune a final time, then fixed a smile on my face and headed into the kitchen to eat, drink, talk, and laugh the night aith my friends, my family

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