Where Wildflowers Grow

Delilah Evans has learned to survive by staying small.

With a father who drowns his grief in whiskey and fists, a stepmother who numbs herself with whatever she can find, and a house that stopped feeling like home the day her mother died, Delilah has nothing but her grades and her stubborn refusal to break. She keeps her head down at school, endures the girls who treat her like target practice, and spends her weekends waitressing at a diner and visiting the only person who ever made her feel safe - even if that person is buried six feet underground.

She doesn't need saving. She just needs to make it to eighteen.

Alexander Donovan doesn't do feelings. He does fast cars, faster girls, and whatever the hell he wants - because no one in this town has the nerve to stop him. He's cold, reckless, and completely untouchable. But underneath the arrogance and the anger is a boy still haunted by the brother he lost and the family that shattered because of it.

He's never noticed Delilah. She's never wanted him to.

But when a literary project brings them face to face, something shifts. She sees through him. He can't look away from her. And for two people who've been breaking in silence, that's the most dangerous thing in the world.

Because wildflowers don't grow in perfect gardens. They grow through cracked pavement and scorched earth, in the places no one thought anything beautiful could survive.

And sometimes, so does love.