That’s depressing as hell. I don’t say that, though. Michael was ready to give up his chance at happiness for a sham of a marriage. I will never understand, but I can help him. For Levi, you softhearted idiot. He most definitely does not deserve this, but my brother would want me to help him.I slip

I give Mark and Henry a polite nod and turn for the bar. I’m suddenly desperate for something to do with my hands, a purpose. Why didn’t I realize being at this event would be so uncomfortable? I wait at the gleaming bar set up near the back of the hotel. The ocean is behind us, spray shooting up dr

MichaelI'm not prepared to face Mark Taylor. I thought I could handle it, that I could look that arrogant jerk in the eye and act like he doesn't affect me, but I can't. He's so smug, so awful, so condescending. And in his presence, I feel like a helpless child again, witnessing my father endure th

LillyI wake up with a sore neck, a numb shoulder, and an overwhelming sense of dread. Light spills through the curtains I forgot to close, and I groan softly. The couch, as I discovered last night after three glasses of wine, doesn’t pull out. After futilely tugging at it and nearly toppling over,

He sighs. “I didn’t want you to think less of me. So I went along with his plan. I wasn’t thinking straight. I should have told you the truth. But I don’t know—” Another pause and a heavy breath. “I didn’t want you to think less of him. Stupid of me. Because of course you’d hate him for the crash. E