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About
"All these years, I've never given my heart to anyone…
The truth is, I didn't have a heart to give.
My heart was with a ghost."
To the rest of the world, he was the little boy who went missing on the Fourth of July. But to Sydney Neville, he was everything. Her heart hasn't been the same since her best friend disappeared, but she's learned to build her life around that missing piece.
Twenty-two years later, the last thing Sydney expects is for Oliver Lynch to return. Having been captive underground for decades, he's unfamiliar with the strange new world that awaits him-but he's alive. He's here. And no matter how he's changed, he and Sydney both still feel the connection that runs between them.
But as their reborn friendship begins to feel like something more, Sydney and Oliver realize there are still jagged, painful truths creating space between them. The walls Sydney's built don't want to come down, and as Oliver hunts for his missing memories and lost time, he realizes his nightmare is not yet over.
With nothing as it seems, is there space for love to bloom in this dark place?
The truth is, I didn't have a heart to give.
My heart was with a ghost."
To the rest of the world, he was the little boy who went missing on the Fourth of July. But to Sydney Neville, he was everything. Her heart hasn't been the same since her best friend disappeared, but she's learned to build her life around that missing piece.
Twenty-two years later, the last thing Sydney expects is for Oliver Lynch to return. Having been captive underground for decades, he's unfamiliar with the strange new world that awaits him-but he's alive. He's here. And no matter how he's changed, he and Sydney both still feel the connection that runs between them.
But as their reborn friendship begins to feel like something more, Sydney and Oliver realize there are still jagged, painful truths creating space between them. The walls Sydney's built don't want to come down, and as Oliver hunts for his missing memories and lost time, he realizes his nightmare is not yet over.
With nothing as it seems, is there space for love to bloom in this dark place?