You are the embodiment of greed. You’re all that’s left of a malevolent creature some call a windigo. You’re gluttony, decay and death.

She watched the clip several times—enough times to know w certainty her father had nothing to do with the crash. He’d done everything in his power to stop the car and avoid the truck. Someone else had been driving.

…You’re throwing us away because you’re afraid to let yourself fall in love. You’re searching for something that isn’t real. You’re not Eric Stone. He’s your protagonist. Eric Stone is make-believe and life isn’t an adventure novel.

Talk about delusional. The apple didn’t fall far from the tree. His mother’s doctor reported she’d recently been plagued by wild imaginings, too. Make believe ran in his family. He was nuttier than a jar of peanut butter.

A selfish man would never visit a comatose woman every day for two months. He wouldn’t have done what was best for everyone involved, or given an employee a proper burial. These are the acts of a loving man––a man who cared too much.”“What are you saying?”“Sara’s my biological mother.

Marriage isn’t a prison,” Karlee said. “It’s not supposed to hold two people captive.”“It’s not a prison, it’s a fortress. Marry me. Because you love me. Because of the baby. Because you want to protect our love.”“And all this time I thought you were afraid of commitment.”“I am,” Cole said. “I’m terrified you won’t make one.