Chapter 55 I stand and stare at the masterpiece I’ve hung above the fireplace like it’s a fine piece of art and smile to myself. I’m all alone in this big ol’ house that I grew up in, and it feels weird to know that the deed is in my

Chapter 54 I didn’t see this coming, and I feel so ignorant. Emory was right. It’s obvious that I can’t take care of myself. Even after listening to Ford and coming to the realization that messing with a few of my insulin doses wasn’t safe, I still missed the signs

Chapter 53 “How could you keep this from me?” Emory’s eyes drive into mine, and although we’re almost the same height, his tone tells me he’s looking down at me. I chuckle sarcastically. “Do you know how long I’ve refrained from admitting to myself that I love her? Let alone

Chapter 52 I press my back onto the tiled wall beside the restrooms and try breathing through my nose. I can’t seem to catch my breath. I start to pace back and forth as my hands shake. My headache gets worse the more I think about Ford and my brother

Chapter 51 She hasn’t left my side. Taytum’s legs are hooked over mine, and her hand holds on tight to my arm as fluids rush through my vein in the other. I’m still cagey, and my heart still beats too fast for the athleticism that I possess, but without her,

Chapter 50 I wince when I press the pen into my stomach and breathe out of my nose slowly. It’s the best place for me to insert it, but the skin is becoming tender, and I have the brief thought that maybe a pump would be better–if it wasn’t thousands

Chapter 49 I love her so much it terrifies me. I wish I could lock the feelings away, but I’m so physically bound to her that it would destroy me to leave her in bed like this. Her tears have dried, and her chest no longer rushes with emotion. Instead,

Chapter 48 I smile when I hear the familiar sound of my window closing. My heart leaps, and my stomach fills with butterflies. Ford’s footsteps are slow and steady as he walks across my floor, and though I am exhausted from the show, I still planned to stay awake until

Chapter 47 Taytum: Do not pull the same stunt you pulled for Riley’s tryouts. Wear something nice. Me: What do you mean? You don’t want the hockey team to write each letter of your name on our stomachs and do the wave during the recital? Taytum: Do not. I’m already

Chapter 46 His lips are greedy when he kisses me, and I’m obsessed with the urgency that backs every one of his touches. “God, I can’t get enough of you.” He pulls away briefly before going back for more. Ford’s calloused hands brush against my ribs when he shoves my