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Maeve Young was six when she lost her sister.
She hadn't understood it then-only her mam's soft voice telling her that Caoimhe had joined the angels. Maeve waited for her to come back.
She never did.
As she grew, life moved around her like she wasn't quite part of it. Caoimhe had always been the bright one everyone looked to. And Lizzie-fiery, hurting, unpredictable-needed more care than anyone knew how to give. Attention was something Maeve learned to live without.
Still, she loved Lizzie more fiercely than anything. Loved her in the quiet way someone does when they understand pain long before they should.
Somewhere in the middle of all that noise and heartbreak, she met Tadhg Lynch. A boy only months older, with a temper you could trip over and a laugh that filled every corner of a room. Loud. Messy. Impossible to ignore.
When they first met, they swore they'd be best friends forever.
But forever is a long time.
And love-real love-is louder and messier than any promise children can make.
They grew up.
They hurt each other.
And everything they once swore to protect turned into something neither of them knew how to handle.