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Chapters (108)
  1. Dedication
  2. 1. Declan
  3. Declan
  4. 2. Hannah
  5. Hannah
  6. 3. Hannah
  7. Hannah
  8. 4. Hannah
  9. Hannah
  10. 5. Declan
  11. Declan
  12. 6. Hannah
  13. Hannah
  14. 7. Declan
  15. Declan
  16. 8. Declan
  17. Declan
  18. 9. Hannah
  19. Hannah
  20. 10. Declan
  21. Declan
  22. 11. Hannah
  23. Hannah
  24. 12. Declan
  25. Declan
  26. 13. Hannah
  27. Hannah
  28. 14. Declan
  29. Declan
  30. 15. Hannah
  31. Hannah
  32. 16. Hannah
  33. Hannah
  34. 17. Declan
  35. Declan
  36. 18. Hannah
  37. Hannah
  38. 19. Hannah
  39. Hannah
  40. 20. Hannah
  41. Hannah
  42. 21. Declan
  43. Declan
  44. 22. Hannah
  45. Hannah
  46. 23. Declan
  47. Declan
  48. 24. Hannah
  49. Hannah
  50. 25. Declan
  51. Declan
  52. 26. Hannah
  53. Hannah
  54. 27. Declan
  55. Declan
  56. 28. Hannah
  57. Hannah
  58. 29. Declan
  59. Declan
  60. 30. Hannah
  61. Hannah
  62. 31. Declan
  63. Declan
  64. 32. Hannah
  65. Hannah
  66. 33. Hannah
  67. Hannah
  68. 34. Declan
  69. Declan
  70. 35. Hannah
  71. Hannah
  72. 36. Declan
  73. Declan
  74. 37. Hannah
  75. Hannah
  76. 38. Declan
  77. Declan
  78. 39. Hannah
  79. Hannah
  80. 40. Declan
  81. Declan
  82. 41. Hannah
  83. Hannah
  84. 42. Declan
  85. Declan
  86. 43. Hannah
  87. Hannah
  88. 44. Declan
  89. Declan
  90. 45. Hannah
  91. Hannah
  92. 46. Hannah
  93. Hannah
  94. 47. Declan
  95. Declan
  96. 48. Hannah
  97. Hannah
  98. 49. Declan
  99. Declan
  100. 50. Hannah
  101. Hannah
  102. 51. Declan
  103. Declan
  104. Epilogue
  105. Hannah
  106. Epilogue Two
  107. Grant
  108. Books by Nikki Lawson

My stomach twists, and I clear my throat, fiddling with a small loose thread on the hem of my shirtsleeve. My mother has always been my biggest cheerleader—she just shows it by trying to make sure I have security in my life, rather than encouraging me to pursue my passion.

She and my father have never understood why I’m so interested in yoga, and I stopped trying to explain it to them a long time ago. After what happened with Casey, my parents just want to make sure I’m set up well in life, and I’m grateful for that, even when their concern feels a bit suffocating.

I can’t fault her for loving me in the only way she knows how.

I just wish I could tell her that I’d much rather keep the yoga and ditch school, but I have a feeling she’d have a heart attack if I ever said that out loud.

“Seriously, Hannah,” my mother presses, reaching over to tuck a lock of hair behind my ear. “I’m worried about you. You look so tired. Are you getting enough sleep?”

“I’m fine,” I insist, reaching over to squeeze her hand. “Just busy, but I’m managing.”

Thankfully, she nods, accepting my reassurance.

Her concern has my brain spinning again though, and I wrinkle my nose as the din of the area surrounds us. I feel like I’m living a life full of lies. There’s this increasingly intense, secret life I have with Declan that’s glorious and absolutely perfect—but then there’s this fake life I’m living on the outside with everyone else. The dutiful daughter who’s going to be a world-class lawyer, if she could only get out of her own way.

Even thinking about all the studying I need to do exhausts me. I’m finally starting to admit to myself that I never really wanted to be a lawyer. I just decided to go to law school because it was what my parents wanted, and I wanted them to feel like they hadn’t lost everything when they lost Casey.

My life probably looks amazing to all the people who aren’t me, to people who aren’t living it, but it doesn’t fit me at all.

I still haven’t found the courage to say that out loud to anyone—except Declan. And I don’t know what that means.