“I need you to put aside your animosity for each other and give me the truth.” I pace the driveway alongside my house, my breaths huffing in white clouds as I try to gather my thoughts. Why did Cole disappear for over four years? And why didn’t Trace tell me he knew Cole or that they were best friends? Why didn’t he tell me Cole might come back? The questions pile up in my throat, some screaming louder than others. But first, I need to pull my shit together and demand some answers. Send them away? Have a nervous breakdown? Stab them with a sharp object? Any of those things are possible.

They watch me as if waiting for me to do something. I think it’s my muscles twitching or maybe overworked blood vessels. My entire body is a heartbeat, pulsing heavily, painfully, flaring every cell and nerve ending. Trace knew there was a chance he’d come back.Īnd they look like they’re seconds from killing each other. I hug my waist tightly, shaking in my attempt to stifle the tears. The anger between them is so potent it crackles the air. Pain, fear, desperation, and most of all, unbridled rancor. But the emotions coiling their postures and tightening their faces are the same. My future.ĭark hair versus blond, brown eyes clashing with blue, Cole and Trace couldn’t look more different from each other. My second chance stands beside me, his expression as naked as his upper body, chilling in the cold mist. The vibrating silhouette of my past paces a few feet away, staring at me like an ethereal presence. This moment, this entanglement of two distinct parts of my life, can’t be happening. The milky pall drapes over my backyard, swallowing the weak light of sunrise and contorting my sense of reality. The early morning fog constricts me with ghost-like arms. The books in the TANGLED LIES series are not stand-alones. Visit If you have not read One is a Promise, STOP!

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