I can’t believe I am even writing this. I wanted a fresh start, to follow a new dream that I had to find after I lost Elijah.
Moving to New York was the best thing for me. I had it all planned out: new friends, new job, and a new adventure.
And a new adventure I had: my best friend’s dad. It was supposed to be a taboo fling…but it was so much more. We were tied together by more than a mutual connection.
It ran deeper than blood.
The thought of starting over again petrified me, but here I am, ready for a new beginning and the new adventure I craved, it just wasn’t the one I had planned.
Dear Heart, you screwed me.