Zane Tishler has never been the All-American picture of happiness. Every time he seems to get his feet under him, someone or something has to rip away his chances at healing. His girlfriend and son are missing after a devastating fire that left the home they shared in ruins, along with his life. How long can someone cling to hope without the two most important people in their life?
Liliosa Cortez has always been a runner. It’s how she’s survived for as long as she has. But, there comes a point when you just can’t run anymore. Lost in a world darker than she ever could’ve imagined, she has to figure out how to live with the choices she’s made — in her past and now. She has to act fast if she’s going to save the people she loves. That’s what matters. Even more than her own life.
Zane and Lili were finally finding their very own happily ever after when tragedy struck. What happened the day of the fire? Where are Lili and Conner? How can Zane and their family deal with this deep of a loss?
What happens when your world is turned upside down and guilt eats at you during every waking moment?
What do you do when all hope fades and leaves you Silently Broken?
I hadn’t realized Zane was finished until he sat the cup in front of me. He followed my line of sight as I looked away from the chair he’d been sitting in about six months ago when he held me as I cried. I closed my eyes, pushing that thought away. That girl was broken. She was damaged. That wasn’t me. Not anymore.“Lili,” he whispered, and I cringed.“Don’t call me that,” I said automatically, letting out my breath in a rush as the realization of what I’d said struck me. I opened my eyes, grabbing the mug. “Sorry.”“What do you mean?” he finally asked as I sipped slowly on the hot liquid. It burned on the way down but I ignored it, needing the excuse not to answer that question.“Just an automatic response. I’m fine,” I answered, blowing off what was happening.“Would you stop fucking saying that?” he snapped, causing me to jump a little.Startled, I kept my eyes on the mug but neither of us moved as we waited for the other to take the next step. Finally, I lowered the glass to the table.“What would you like me to say? Hmm?” I knew I should stop, walk away now and not make this worse, but I no longer cared. “You want to know why I told you not to call me that?” I looked up, meeting his eyes. “Because I’m. Not. Fucking. Her. I’m not that girl.”“Yes, you are—“ he started but I cut in before he could finish.“No.” I laughed but the sound was hollow. “No, I’m not. You see this face and you think I’m her but I’m not. You’d be closer to the truth if you called Kaitlyn by that name.”He flinched back from the name and I waivered, the part of me still able to feel guilt worming her way back in as I watched his expression.“I should go,” I said, shoving myself up and away from his grip as he reached for me. I felt out of control and that was one thing I couldn’t handle these days.“No. Fuck. Don’t leave. I just…” He stood, pacing away from me for a moment and locking his hands behind his head. Everything about him was familiar, from the line of his back to his mannerisms, to his frustrations. All of it was calling out to a part of me I wanted to find again but I didn’t know how. My eyes burned and I knew I was about to cry. I wasn’t ready for this. I’d thought I could handle it, I’d pushed myself to go to the roof and try with Zane because I knew I loved him. I love him so much. But I didn’t know how to do it anymore. I couldn’t seem to keep ahold of myself, of who I used to be. I was lost.
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