Finding Our Way

Young Love. Schoolgirl Crush. Complete Adoration.

All of these words describe the way I've felt about Bryce Randolph since the day he walked through my door. I was twelve and he was my brother's best friend, but he never treated me as the pesky little sister. As the years went on, my feelings grew stronger. The day I turned eighteen was supposed to be the best day of my life, instead it became the worst.

Heartbreak. Devastation. Anguish.

With the right amount of time and distance, the ache ...