Four years asleep. Six weeks awake. And every person in this town has the same sentence ready when I ask what happened.
A truck came over the line. Nobody's fault.
My head believes them. My hands don't.
I was a paramedic before the crash that killed three men and left me breathing through a hole somebody cut in my throat. I've lost my job, my sister, my whole life — but I can still read a scene, and the road where it happened is lying to me.
So is he.
Dashiell Okonkwo sat beside my bed every Tuesday for four years and never once told me his name. He talks constantly. He says nothing. He has scars inked up both arms and the steadiest hands I've ever seen.
He's the only good thing in the hole where my memory should be.
What happens when I find out what he did?
Genre: Romance
A truck came over the line. Nobody's fault.
My head believes them. My hands don't.
I was a paramedic before the crash that killed three men and left me breathing through a hole somebody cut in my throat. I've lost my job, my sister, my whole life — but I can still read a scene, and the road where it happened is lying to me.
So is he.
Dashiell Okonkwo sat beside my bed every Tuesday for four years and never once told me his name. He talks constantly. He says nothing. He has scars inked up both arms and the steadiest hands I've ever seen.
He's the only good thing in the hole where my memory should be.
What happens when I find out what he did?
Genre: Romance