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Chapters (44)
  1. Title Page
  2. Contents
  3. Copyright
  4. Also by BROOKLYN CROSS
  5. WARNING
  6. Playlist
  7. Prologue
  8. Chapter 1
  9. Chapter 2
  10. Chapter 3
  11. Chapter 4
  12. Chapter 5
  13. Chapter 6
  14. Chapter 7
  15. Chapter 8
  16. Chapter 9
  17. Chapter 10
  18. Chapter 11
  19. Chapter 12
  20. Chapter 13
  21. Chapter 14
  22. Chapter 15
  23. Chapter 16
  24. Chapter 17
  25. Chapter 18
  26. Chapter 19
  27. Chapter 20
  28. Chapter 21
  29. Chapter 22
  30. Chapter 23
  31. Chapter 24
  32. Chapter 25
  33. Chapter 26
  34. Chapter 27
  35. Chapter 28
  36. Chapter 29
  37. Chapter 30
  38. Chapter 31
  39. Chapter 32
  40. Chapter 33
  41. Epilogue
  42. Thank You
  43. ABOUT THE AUTHOR
  44. Stalk Me Links

Did I feel bad about outing her to my dad? Yes, but only because he moved out and eventually left to live in another country, which was totally selfish. I’d lost count of how many times since I’d asked the question, who was my birth father? I didn’t have a clue, and according to my mother, neither did she. I was the product of an oops-pregnancy that my mother never wanted. She had a few one-night stands while she was on an op, and ‘oops,’ here I was. Just what every kid wanted to hear, ‘Hey, you were the accident that I didn’t really want but got anyway.’ She said she’d never wanted children because it would’ve stunted her career. It honestly felt like she resented me from the day I was born.

I’d been so angry with her that I cheered when they said they were getting a divorce, but the joy quickly subsided when Dad moved out and told me it was best if I stayed with my mother. He’d never been the breadwinner of the family, and my mother would only make our lives hell if I moved in with him. Then he got a job transfer and moved across the ocean to England with his new fiancé. Now, they were expecting a baby, and I barely heard from him anymore. Not only did I have no clue who my birth father was, but I felt like I’d lost the one I’d loved for years.

The sound of my breath was loud in my ears as I pushed my body harder than I ever had. My arms pumped in time to the song’s beat, and my heart thumped, thumped, thumped along. I leaped over a small log and flew around the bend in the trail.

So here I was, unsure of who I was and what I wanted. And I’d left behind my life and all my friends in Cali. My mother decided to move us out here with the new teaching position she’d been offered. So now I was halfway across the country only to be stuck in a city I didn’t want to be in, with a woman I couldn’t stand and doing a program I was not interested in attending.

I’d rounded the halfway point and had barely broken a sweat. This was the hardest part of the trail, and I pushed hard as my legs climbed the steep incline that sent my heart rate through the roof.