They say time heals all wounds. What a load of bull. It’s been four years, and Kate’s voice still echoes in my mind. Every. Damn. Day. I numb her memory when it taunts me. In college, I drown her out with booze and easy lays. I can’t do what she asked. I can’t let her go. Not even when Lia shows up, freaking ripping what’s left of me to shreds. Caring about someone isn’t worth the deadness that follows after they’re gone. I didn’t ask for this. Didn’t ask for her. And I sure as hell didn’t plan to miss her when she walked out of my front door. Now, if I want to keep her, I have to straighten myself out and earn her. I can’t screw this up. Because if I do, I’ll lose more than just Lia. I’ll lose my life.