Seventeen-year-old Maeve survives the car crash that kills her mother, but the truth about that night haunts her. Sent to live with a father she doesn’t quite know, a stepmother who tries too hard, and a baby brother she refuses to know… Maeve must decide: will she keep running from the past or finally face the truth and find where she belongs?
I don’t remember the impact. Not really.
I remember the rain. Light at first, then heavier, drumming against the windshield. I remember the sound of my mother’s laugh, my fingers tapping absently against the steering wheel as I told her about Nate, the boy who sat two seats ahead of me in chemistry.
I remember the way she glanced over, smirking.
He sounds like trouble, Maeve.
And I remember the headlights.
Too close. Too fast.
The next thing I remember is screaming for my mother.
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