There’s a drawer I never open. It holds a picture I never look at. It reminds me of a day I hate to remember, but I’ll never forget.
I’d give anything to be like the other girls on campus. Going to parties, flirting with boys, planning for a future. But that’s not me. And hasn’t been since the day my parents died. The only thing that got me through was Griffin. Even though I didn’t have my family, I always had him. Only, now I’m not so sure I do.
It’s not just the eleven hundred miles separating us now that I’m at college. And it’s more than his band finally taking off, and all the gigs and girls suddenly demanding his time. It’s like everything is different—the way we talk, the way we text . . . the way he looks at me and the way his looks make me feel.
Griffin has been the only good thing in my life since that horrific day. I can feel our friendship slipping away—and I’m terrified of what will be left in its place…
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Marie Meyer lives in southern Illinois with her husband, two daughters, and two spoiled rescue dogs. Once a college cheerleader, Marie now enjoys cheering for her girls’ gymnastics meets and soccer games. Marie received a Bachelors of Science in Education with a minor in music. Marie has been a Language Arts teacher for fourteen years and enjoys singing and playing the piano in her spare time. After spending her day in the classroom, when the sun goes down, Marie loves to escape into the pages of a good book—either reading one or writing one of her own. Marie loves to write heartfelt romances that will make you cry.
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“Mmm-hmm.” She nodded, swallowing a bite of scallops. “But I feel like I have two older brothers. Brandon’s brothers have always treated me like their little sister.”
“Do you have any plans for Thanksgiving?” I asked.
“One of my aforementioned big brothers lives in Cranston. I’m spending Thanksgiving break with Brandon at his brother’s place. What are your plans?”
I was a little apprehensive to tell her Griffin was visiting. I knew she’d turn it around and try to make it out to be more than it was, but I was so excited to see him, I needed to tell someone the good news. “Griffin’s coming.” I bit my bottom lip, anticipating her tongue-in-cheek comments.
“Aw, yeah,” she sang, nodding her head in approval. “Damn, I’m just sorry I’m not gonna get to meet him.” She stuck out her bottom lip, pouting.
“Shut it, Sarah. I don’t know how many times I have to tell you. It’s not like that between us.”
She sat her elbows on the table and folded her hands in front of her face. “Bullshit.”
“Why do you say that?” I asked. “What makes you think there’s more to our friendship? You’ve never even met him.” I wasn’t mad at her and was careful not to raise my voice. I genuinely wanted to know why she’d jumped to the conclusion that Griffin and I were more than just friends.
Sarah took a sip of her water and thought for a second. “At the mention of his name, there is a fleeting moment where all the hurt and sadness inside of you disappears. It’s like you’re not afraid to let him carry some of your past for you, if only for a little while, so you can breathe. There’s a radiance that flashes across your eyes and the hint of secret on your lips. If just the sound of his name has that kind of power, I can only imagine what it’s like when you two are actually in the same room together. If that’s not love, I don’t know what is.”
I swallowed the lump in my throat and blinked at her, stunned.
“I’m right and you know it. Why do you fight it so hard?” She stared at me with her smooth amethyst eyes, waiting for an answer that I didn’t have.
The only thing I did know was that nothing got past Sarah Theissen.
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