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Chapters (48)
  1. 1. One
  2. 2. Two
  3. 3. Three
  4. 4. Four
  5. 5. Five
  6. 6. Six
  7. 7. Seven
  8. 8. Eight
  9. 9. Nine
  10. 10. Ten
  11. 11. Eleven
  12. 12. Twelve
  13. 13. Thirteen
  14. 14. Fourteen
  15. 15. Fifteen
  16. 16. Sixteen
  17. 17. Seventeen
  18. 18. Eighteen
  19. 19. Nineteen
  20. 20. Twenty
  21. 21. Twenty-One
  22. 22. Twenty-Two
  23. 23. Twenty-Three
  24. 24. Twenty-Four
  25. 25. Twenty-Five
  26. 26. Twenty-Six
  27. 27. Twenty-Seven
  28. 28. Twenty-Eight
  29. 29. Twenty-Nine
  30. 30. Thirty
  31. 31. Thirty-One
  32. 32. Thirty-Two
  33. 33. Thirty-three
  34. 34. Thirty-Four
  35. 35. Thirty-Five
  36. 36. Thirty-Six
  37. 37. Thirty-Seven
  38. 38. Thirty-Eight
  39. 39. Thirty-Nine
  40. 40. Forty
  41. 41. Forty-One
  42. 42. Forty-Two
  43. 43. Forty-three
  44. 44. Epilogue
  45. Afterword
  46. Also by
  47. Acknowledgments
  48. About Author

I lifted my eyes to her at the worst time because she was already looking at me, and we made eye contact for a brief moment. At that moment, I didn’t see the sister I was ignoring, or the one who betrayed me, or the one who made my skin boil every time I heard her name in Florida. I saw my old best friend. The one I used to play fairies with in the backyard or who curled my hair for prom. She once was the person I looked up to for everything. And the thought that our relationship would never go back to normal broke me.

“You deserve that. A good guy that pushes you to have fun.”

I gritted my teeth. “Yep.”

“Olive.” Sarah said my name like I was a snake, and she was a charmer, ready to calmly put me in a box. “Please. I know what I did was terrible. Not a day goes by where I don’t think of what I did to you. But was it worth losing everything we had?”

I nodded my head vehemently. “Yeah, Sarah, it was.”

27. Twenty-Seven

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When I parked the car, I reached my hands up to the keys to turn it off, and his voice stopped me. “Hey, can I ask you something?”

Assuming it was hockey- or skiing-related, I shrugged. “Yeah, man.”

Logan cleared his throat. “Did Olive tell you what happened last time she was here?”

My interest piqued, I turned to him, his eyes searching mine as I answered. “Just that she and Sarah got into a fight. She really didn’t want to talk about it.”

But I did. Sarah seemed sweet, though shy and quiet, but she was always checking to make sure Olive was okay. Between her protective nature and the pictures of her and Olive as kids, I was confused as to what could have possibly happened that Christmas years ago. And how it could have turned Olive into who she was now. I never knew the old Olive of course, only glimpsed bits and pieces here and there, but what I had gathered didn’t add up.

“Do you know what happened?” I asked. I mean, he was married to Sarah, so I was sure he did.

But Logan shrugged. “Not my story to tell.”

He was right; I needed to hear whatever happened that night from Olive. Instead of answering, I nodded and turned off the car. We both stepped out, our boots imprinting the snow as we walked to the restaurant entrance.

Logan cleared his throat as we approached the door. “I’m glad you’re with Olive. She is a really nice girl.”

She was more than nice. She was everything. But I wasn’t going to tell him that. I nodded and smiled. “She’s the best.”