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Chapters (73)
  1. TITLE PAGE
  2. TABLE OF CONTENTS
  3. PRAISE FOR K. BROMBERG
  4. ALSO WRITTEN BY K. BROMBERG
  5. CHAPTER ONE
  6. CHAPTER TWO
  7. CHAPTER THREE
  8. CHAPTER FOUR
  9. CHAPTER FIVE
  10. CHAPTER SIX
  11. CHAPTER SEVEN
  12. CHAPTER EIGHT
  13. CHAPTER NINE
  14. CHAPTER TEN
  15. CHAPTER ELEVEN
  16. CHAPTER TWELVE
  17. CHAPTER THIRTEEN
  18. CHAPTER FOURTEEN
  19. CHAPTER FIFTEEN
  20. CHAPTER SIXTEEN
  21. CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
  22. CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
  23. CHAPTER NINETEEN
  24. CHAPTER TWENTY
  25. CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
  26. CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
  27. CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
  28. CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
  29. CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
  30. CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
  31. CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
  32. CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
  33. CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
  34. CHAPTER THIRTY
  35. CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
  36. CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
  37. CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
  38. CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
  39. CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
  40. CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
  41. CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
  42. CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
  43. CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
  44. CHAPTER FORTY
  45. CHAPTER FORTY-ONE
  46. CHAPTER FORTY-TWO
  47. CHAPTER FORTY-THREE
  48. CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR
  49. CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE
  50. CHAPTER FORTY-SIX
  51. CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN
  52. CHAPTER FORTY-EIGHT
  53. CHAPTER FORTY-NINE
  54. CHAPTER FIFTY
  55. CHAPTER FIFTY-ONE
  56. CHAPTER FIFTY-TWO
  57. CHAPTER FIFTY-THREE
  58. CHAPTER FIFTY-FOUR
  59. CHAPTER FIFTY-FIVE
  60. CHAPTER FIFTY-SIX
  61. CHAPTER FIFTY-SEVEN
  62. CHAPTER FIFTY-EIGHT
  63. CHAPTER FIFTY-NINE
  64. CHAPTER SIXTY
  65. CHAPTER SIXTY-ONE
  66. CHAPTER SIXTY-TWO
  67. CHAPTER SIXTY-THREE
  68. CHAPTER SIXTY-FOUR
  69. CHAPTER SIXTY-FIVE
  70. CHAPTER SIXTY-SIX
  71. EPILOGUE
  72. EPILOGUE TWO
  73. ABOUT THE AUTHOR

That poor kid, doomed before he even had a chance.

That woman must be a drug addict to be that crazy.

I don’t stop until I’m blocks away, until the air burns in my lungs, until I can’t hear my mother’s voice muttering gibberish in the back of my head.

Then I do what I always do.

I throw myself into excess. Into forgetting.

I find the loudest bar and order the strongest drinks. It’s the quickest way to silence the war inside me. I knock the shots back one by one, letting the burn settle in my chest and hoping the numbness spreads quickly tonight.

I don’t want to feel shit.

I don’t want to think about the way Hendrix looked at me, the way she saw something she wasn’t supposed to.

“I don’t think I’d ever be able to trust him. Not while on the road. Not with all the women tempting him. My life is waiting for me and I can’t wait to go back to it.” She doesn’t love me. She doesn’t want me. Same old, same old.

I don’t want to think about the way she stood beside me, like she belonged there.

Because she doesn’t.

She can’t.

She doesn’t want this shit.

CHAPTER SIXTY-ONE

CHAPTER SIXTY-ONE

Hendrix

I wandered the town for a bit. The City of Angels. I figured I’d give Jase time to collect himself, to come to grips with the fact that I know his secret, and then maybe once he did, we could talk about it.

There’s nothing to be ashamed of. Hell, he should be prouder of who he is because of it.

But I still figured I’d give him time.

So I sat at the beach and imagined what it was like for him growing up. I searched the internet for mentions of his childhood to see what I could learn—not much—and then felt guilty for doing so rather than waiting for him to tell me himself.

But I was trying to prepare myself for what I’d learn. I was trying to steel myself against making an expression on my face he’d deem as pity or disgust.

All I want is to tell him how much I admire him. That I love him and seeing his truth doesn’t negate that. And even though he’s pushed me away—doesn’t seem to want me anymore—I still think he’s an incredible man. Loving him isn’t easy, and I may not get the chance soon when he goes on tour, but I want to keep trying. I want to keep us.

However, after some time of thinking, I come home to something I thought I’d never see.

I don’t know what I expected, but it sure as shit wasn’t this.