The Names We Lost.

at 17, violet levanti has learned three things: adults lie, people leave, and surviving is easier when nobody knows too much about you.

she lives in a small apartment, has a job at a tattoo parlour, a collection of self designed tattoos and exactly one year to left until she's old enough to leave it all behind.

she doesn't tell her social worker about the illegal poker games downstairs. she doesn't mention the strangers who come and go at night. she doesn't talk about her stepfather, or the gang he worked for. or the night she watched his life end, right in front of her.

because if nobody knows, nobody can take her home.

then they find her. the moretti family.

six "brothers" she never knew existed. a family she thought had disappeared from her life before she was old enough to remember them. a family with money, power, secrets- and a reputation that makes violets old life seem almost ordinary.

suddenly, the girl who spent years surviving alone is being told she has a home, a family, and six brothers who gave spent eleven years looking for her.

but violet doesn't know how to be someone's little sister. she doesnt know how to trust people who say they're staying. and she certainly doesn't know what to do with a family that refuses to let her disappear again.
because finding people who lost you is one thing.

learning how to let them find you, is another.