| Author: | Marie Meyer | ISBN: | 9781455590179 |
| Publisher: | Grand Central Publishing | Publication: | May 5, 2015 |
| Imprint: | Forever Yours | Language: | English |
| Author: | Marie Meyer |
| ISBN: | 9781455590179 |
| Publisher: | Grand Central Publishing |
| Publication: | May 5, 2015 |
| Imprint: | Forever Yours |
| Language: | English |
"I could not put it down... Loved it!"
--- Jen McLaughlin, New York Times and USA Today bestselling author
There's a drawer I never open. It holds a picture I never look at. It reminds me of a day I hate to remember, but I'll never forget.
I'd give anything to be like the other girls on campus. Going to parties, flirting with boys, planning for a future. But that's not me. And hasn't been since the day my parents died. The only thing that got me through was Griffin. Even though I didn't have my family, I always had him. Only, now I'm not so sure I do.
It's not just the eleven hundred miles separating us now that I'm at college. Or his band finally taking off, and all the gigs and girls suddenly demanding his time. It's as if everything is different-the way we talk, the way we text . . . the way he looks at me and the way those looks make me feel.
Griffin has been the only good thing in my life since that horrific day. But I can feel our friendship slipping away-and I'm terrified of what will be left in its place . . .
"I could not put it down... Loved it!"
--- Jen McLaughlin, New York Times and USA Today bestselling author
There's a drawer I never open. It holds a picture I never look at. It reminds me of a day I hate to remember, but I'll never forget.
I'd give anything to be like the other girls on campus. Going to parties, flirting with boys, planning for a future. But that's not me. And hasn't been since the day my parents died. The only thing that got me through was Griffin. Even though I didn't have my family, I always had him. Only, now I'm not so sure I do.
It's not just the eleven hundred miles separating us now that I'm at college. Or his band finally taking off, and all the gigs and girls suddenly demanding his time. It's as if everything is different-the way we talk, the way we text . . . the way he looks at me and the way those looks make me feel.
Griffin has been the only good thing in my life since that horrific day. But I can feel our friendship slipping away-and I'm terrified of what will be left in its place . . .
