Catherine Cowles

Haven’t you ever read
Anne of Green Gables
?”

“I can’t say that I have.
But if there were boob friends, maybe I was missing out.”

I choked

“That’s one of the greatest gifts a person can give another. The freedom to be who they truly are.”

“Careful, Hayes, I might start to think you like me a little bit.”
“Heaven forbid.”

We weren’t even together, and I could already see myself following her wherever she went. Because, all of a sudden, I couldn’t imagine my life without her.

“You showed me that there is more power in facing the ghosts and tearing them down, than pretending they don’t exist.”

“No running, okay?”
I didn’t look away. “I’ll run if that’s what keeps you safe.”
His expression turned stony. “You run, and I’ll just follow.”

She sniffed through a laugh. “Not scared of much, but tears do you in, huh?”
When it came to Caelyn, they certainly did.

If you would’ve told me two months ago that this man would be sitting at my breakfast table playing along with our family’s silly traditions, I would’ve said you’d taken an extra hard hit to the head. But here Griffin was, and it was like he belonged with us in that extra seat at our table.

I’d learned too late that losing the good was far worse than remembering the bad.

I plucked the kitten off Griffin’s leg and cuddled it to me, flipping it onto its back. “I’m pretty sure it’s a she.”
Griffin peeked over my shoulder. “How do you know that?”
I pressed my lips together to hold in my laughter. “No balls.”
“I guess that’s solid evidence.”
“We can call her Luci!” Mia cheered.
Griffin looked from the kitten to Mia to me. “I guess I have a cat.”