Seventeen-year-old Maeve never expected to survive the car crash that killed her mother. But now, she’s left with a heavy truth that keeps her up at night. After the accident, she’s sent to live with a father she barely knows, a stepmother who’s trying too hard to make her feel at home, and a baby brother she refuses to connect with. Maeve faces a tough decision: should she keep running from the past, or is it time to finally face the truth and find where she belongs? I don’t remember

When I was diagnosed with lymphoma, my husband, Craig, promised we’d get through it together. I believed him, of course. I was lying there in a hospital bed, hooked up to IVs, my body fighting for survival. But what was Craig doing? He was out there pretending to be a “widowed dad” on a dating app. I wasn’t dead yet. And I was about to make sure he regretted every single lie. The harsh fluorescent lights of the hospital corridor seemed to blur as Dr. Rodriguez’s words hit me like

My husband, Wyatt, and I were fighting constantly. It felt like every day we were at each other’s throats. Most of it was about money—we were broke, and I couldn’t figure out where all our money was going. The other part? He was always coming home late. Too late. And I started to wonder what he was really doing. One evening, I couldn’t hold it in any longer. “We can’t keep going like this, Wyatt!” I snapped, standing in front of him with my arms crossed. “I thought you made