From Ashes

We better get going

Her smile widened

“Mother is a very loose term for her,

crawling into bed

perfectly kissable lips

Rebirth and renewal

It didn’t help that even though I still loved horses, whenever I saw them I couldn’t stop thinking about my dad.

no one will have

My hero had died, and the mom I loved had disappeared down a bottle; no way was I letting someone take me from Ty too.

he helped me into his room, gave me some of his pajamas since my nightshirt was covered in blood, and held my hand as we fell asleep in his bed.