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AFTERWORD

A note from the author

I hope that you enjoyed this book, that it spoke to you and that you felt what I felt as I wrote it.

We give so much power to four small words.She asked for it.

I hate the power they have. I hate what those words have done to so many women.

I hate that the saying even exists.

But if it must, it will have a different meaning for me.

I hope after reading this book, those four words mean something different to you than they did before. And if you ever feel the need to reach out to someone because those words, or thoughts are too much, don’t hesitate to seek out help. There’s too much love in the world to ever feel anything but.

As always, best wishes and happy reading,

Willow xx

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NOTE: This is a work of fiction.

Names, characters, places, and incidents are a product of the author's imagination.

Any resemblance to real life is purely coincidental.

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DEDICATION

Dedicated to Jerry.

I miss you already.

PREFACE

Addison

It’s easy to smile around Tyler.

It’s how he got me. We were in calculus, and he made some stupid joke about angles. I don’t even remember what it was. Something about never discussing infinity with a mathematician because you’ll never hear the end of it. He’s a cute dork with his jokes. He knows some dirty ones too.

A year later and he still makes me laugh. Even when we’re fighting. He says he just wants to see me smile. How can I leave when he says things like that? I believe him with everything in me.

My friend’s grandmother told me once to fall in love with someone who loves you back just a little more.

Even as my shoulders shake with a small laugh and he leans forward to nip my neck, I know that I’ll never really love Tyler the way he loves me.

And it makes me ashamed. Truly.

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