Innocence

Innocence

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Jade Ross and her mother, Sarah Ross, flee New York City to escape their past, leaving the haunting memories of the old creaky apartment a thousand miles away. In their new life they live with Sarah's childhood best friend Helen Sullivan, and her son August Sullivan. This golden haired, dark eyed boy intrigues Jade, as she fights with herself not knowing how to feel. She had put up a thick icy wall around her soul to protect her, but we don't decide who we fall for, and sometimes it makes that icy impenetrable wall crumble to the ground as quick as a heartbeat. Cover art by: @eveningblues
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COMPLETED. Jade thought she understood loss. She's lived in the silence her parents left behind when they died. She's learned how to carry the weight of it without collapsing. She's convinced herself that surviving is the same thing as healing. She was wrong. The past isn't finished with her. The life she carefully rebuilt begins to fracture, like glass strained past its limit. The safety she clings to feels thinner. The future she once believed in feels uncertain. With her fiercely protective brother and the two boys who refuse to let her face the dark alone, Jade is pulled into something deeper than grief-something that watches, waits, and refuses to forgive. Old wounds reopen. Paranoia tightens its grip. Secrets begin to surface. Someone out there hasn't forgotten the past and whatever is coming isn't finished yet. They linger. They follow. They wait for the perfect moment to return. And this time... It's personal.

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