Fire hydrant red, too, and the freckles to match. “Tillie!” my sister, Peyton, called out to me, robbing my attention away from the storefront window. Why would I want to love three times? That sounded too exhausting. I didn’t know why my small, six-year-old brain had taken those words and twisted them inside of her head, but that didn’t sound right to me. The second will show you how you should be loved, but the third will show you what it feels like to die while still being alive.
The first will show you all that you did wrong. The quote scribbled on a rusty piece of paper read: You find three types of love in your lifetime. How many times in one lifetime do they say you find a soulmate? Is it once? Twice? Three times? Ice cream slipped down my throat as I thought of this.
I didn’t want to deny them that, and for that, I am sorry. I have always stayed true to my characters and how they unravel their stories in my head. I have also put warning signs leading up to the scene, so you will probably know where I’m about to go with it and have the choice to skip forward. At the end of this book, there will be help links for anyone that may be dealing with similar circumstances. I promise I softened the scene as much as possible, and usually that’s not my style, but in this case, I felt it was imperative to do so. I tried to take this story down different routes, but it didn’t matter, because we always ended back at this point. I bitched and whined to Chantal about how much I didn’t want to do it. It was very hard for me to write this scene, and throughout the writing process of this book, I tried to avoid it. It happens, and it has impacted me in my lifetime. There is a scene in this book that is not just dark, it’s disturbing, but it’s real. You know how I write, the stories that come pouring out of my imagination and bleed over my keyboard, but this time, I need to give a warning. I usually say that my name itself is your trigger warning. This is the first time that I have ever put a trigger warning at the beginning of my book. To the girls who don’t just walk through fire. Interior graphics and formatting: Champagne Book Design Thank you for respecting the hard work of this author. If you’re reading this e-book and did not purchase it, or it was not purchased for your use only, then please purchase your own copy.
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