Blake
Either she’d forgotten me, or she was doing a great job of pretending.
I was just an ugly stain on her past. And she was…still the brightest damned light I’d ever seen.
I recognized her the moment my eyes met hers in my sister’s delivery room.
How could I not remember Rebecca Finley when I’d probably spent a decent part of the past fifteen years thinking about her?
How could I not remember Rebecca Finley when I’d probably spent a decent part of the past fifteen years thinking about her?So much regret, so much self-loathing. And a big, giant what-if that had gone unanswered for over a decade.
We’d spent one day together. Well, most of the day and the entire night. And for a besotted sixteen-year-old, we might as well have been Romeo and Juliet, star-crossed and torn apart by my
