Chapter 9: “Too Real for the Wrong One”
I don’t remember the first time I realized love could break you. Maybe it was watching my mom cry herself to sleep too many nights in a row, or the…
Chapter 8: The Many Faces of Tamra
When I was little, I used to think love was loud. The kind that slammed doors and shouted at walls. The kind that made people cry and then blame you…
Chapter 7: The Light in Layla
Layla Monroe had a kind of glow that no one could quite explain. It wasn’t just her bright hazel eyes or the way her laughter wrapped itself around a room…