We all loved Jane the second she was born, and long before that. She wasn’t my child, but my brother, Nick’s. She brought our family to Abigail’s, just not at the right time. Nick and Abigail were only in college when she was born. With busy lives as normal teenagers, we all were scrambling, often forgetting of Jane’s needs. All of us except me, that is. This is a love story, but it’s not about me. While I do have my own love in this story, it’s not about what love did for me, it’s what love did for a baby.
Elliot Jensen and Elliot Fintry have a lot in common. They share the same name, the same house, the same school, oh and they hate each other but, as they will quickly learn, there is a fine line between love and hate.