brakes and shattering glass changes two lives forever.
Liv wakes in the hospital, confused when they call her Morgan. She assumes it’s
a case of mistaken identity, yet when the bandages come off, it’s not her face
in the mirror anymore. It’s her best friend Morgan’s.
Morgan always seemed to have the perfect life, yet Liv must navigate endlessly
disturbing secrets of the criminal and murderous variety—and a romance that
feels like a betrayal. Torn between the boy she loved as Liv and the boy she’s
grown to love as Morgan, Liv still has to survive Morgan’s last request.
keep for me,” I say then. “Thanks for not telling Nathan, by the way.”
tilting his head slightly out the open window as if he needs the air. “You
couldn’t pay me to talk to that jackass lately.”
hesitates. “I wasn’t going to tell you this . . .”
from my precarious situation, even momentarily, seems like a welcome
From his tone he expects this to destroy me.
before, I thought Nathan and I had a soul-deep connection. Fact is, he’s a
little immature, a lot selfish, and I just never noticed. They say love is
blind, but I’d say that infatuation is blind, and love is tolerant. When you
really love someone, it’s not that you can’t see the flaws; you’re just willing
to forgive them.
reply. “I’m not surprised. Nathan is used to getting what he wants just like
you’re using to giving things up. Oh, I was going to ask him to drop this off,
but since you’re here . . .” I fish in my backpack for his hoodie.
days. First I hesitated to wash it, but I didn’t want to be a sad girl who’s
still smelling her ex’s clothes a month later. Then I didn’t return it because
that felt like final acceptance, —superstitious, I know. Over is over, and
random articles of clothing don’t change anything.
I’ve had it forever.”
back,” I say.
everything?” he bursts out. “I know you have to be scared and hurt—”
I have to be this way, or I can’t function. Why are you even here anyway?” The
pain and frustration cracks my voice, and I really wish I was anywhere else.
now respect mine. It’ll be easier if I don’t have to see you.”
exerting to bite back whatever he wants to say.
pauses with his hand on the door. “You know you can call me, right? Even if
we’re not together, I’d never let anyone hurt you. One call and I’m there.”
but I’m resolute; I have to be. “I already deleted your number.”
Ann Aguirre is a New York Times &
USA Today bestselling author with a degree in English Literature; before she
began writing full time, she was a clown, a clerk, a voice actress, and a
savior of stray kittens, not necessarily in that order. She grew up in a yellow
house across from a cornfield, but now she lives in sunny Mexico with her
husband, children, and various pets. She likes books, emo music, and action
movies. She writes all kinds of genre fiction for adults and teens.
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