Today is the first day of Quinton Carter’s new life. The toxic guilt of his past left him in pieces-but one girl unexpectedly put him back together. Thanks to Nova Reed, Quinton can finally see the world with clear eyes. She’s the reason his heart is still kicking behind the jagged scar on his chest. And he would love to have her in his arms every minute of the day . . . but he’s not ready yet.
Playing drums in a band and living with her best friends are just some of the highlights of Nova‘s life. But the best new development? Talking to Quinton on the phone each night. She wishes she could touch him, kiss him, though she knows he needs time to heal. Yet shocking news is on the way-a reminder of life’s dark side-and Nova will need Quinton like he once needed her. Is he strong enough to take the final leap out of his broken past . . . and into Nova‘s heart?
What would you do if you were given a second chance at life? A chance to heal the pain and embrace the future? For Quinton, this is his chance. He survived the accident and now has a second chance to make his life what it should be. Of course, so much is easier said than done. He is finally clean and is learning to live this new life without an easy way to mask the pain of it. He no longer has a way to make the pain numb. He is going to have to struggle to find out not only who he is, but what he wants out of life. He is going to have to learn that though many may not forgive him for the pain of the past, he must learn to forgive himself.
Nova has lost more in her life than most people could fathom. But she has this undying, unwaivering faith in people. That they can be healed and she wants nothing more than to be there to help. Nova is the light at the end of the tunnel and she never seems to give up. But everything she believes is going to be put to the ultimate test. Before that happens, something amazing happens. Quinton is out of rehab and she gets to talk to him.
One conversation leads to two or three and texting and a great new friends. Regardless of what the two of them want with each other, Quinton needs time to heal. Nova is going to give him that time, but she knows without a doubt that he is the one that was made for her. But Quinton doesn’t have the same faith in himself. It is all one big healing process. But when the tables are turned and Nova needs Quinton to be there for her the way she was there for him, he is going to have to test every boundry put in place to keep him grounded.
This book was deeply emotional. It really makes you think abotu life in a completely different perspective. If you have never walked in those shoes, you have no idea the pain and hurt behind the addiction. But one thing you have that Quinton is learning is to have faith in himself, in those around him and accept the good with the bad. To be willing to step out of what is comfortable and do what is right, not just what feels good or takes away the pain. This book just shook me. Quinton is starting a new life. He is starting over. But this time, he is doing it for himself. He still has a lot of learning and growing to do, but he has something that many don’t, the amazing support of Nova.
This book just gripped me and really made me stop and think about what I would be like in either of their shoes. This book is a hard reality to face, but that is one thing that I just loved about it. It is real, raw and passionate and by far one of the most touching books I have read in a while. This isn’t a fantasy life. This is reality for Quinton and Nova and they make the fight worth it.
I am not goning to lie, this book just dug into my heart. My heart hurt for Nova and it clung to hope for Quinton and it struggled to breath for them together. This is such an amazingly well written story. This book was more than entertainment for me, it was a lesson in life. Learning to live again and finding your whole and accepting it. Jessica Sorensen just touched my soul with this book and it is definatley a must read! Five stars and highly recommended!
“I have to tell you something else, but it’s not good—it’s bad.” Before I can chicken out, I hurry and sputter, “Someone gave me a bag of meth today and I have it underneath my mattress.” As soon as I say it, I wonder why the hell I thought this was a good idea, throwing this on her. I need to stop relying on her so much—need to stand on my own two feet.
I’m about to hang up, because really it’s the only choice, but then she says, “Did you do any of it?”
“No.” My voice shakes as I grip the side of the mattress and battle to breathe evenly.
“Do you want to?” she asks calmly.
“Yes.” My voice is full of desperation.
“Are you… are you going to?” There’s a hint of worry in her tone.
“I’m not sure,” I admit. “I want to, but I also want to throw it away.”
“Then throw it away,” she says, as if it’s the easiest thing in the world to do.
“I don’t think I can.” My hands quiver just at the thought of it and I rest my forehead on the mattress, still on my knees “It feels fucking impossible.”
“Yes, you can.” She sounds so certain and I have no idea how she’s doing it—managing to sound so calm when I know she can’t be. “Just take it and dump it down the toilet. You can do this. I know you can.”
“You have too much faith in me,” I say, slipping my fingers between the bed and the mattress, fighting the urge to hang up on her and turn to what’s only inches away from my fingertips.
“No, I have the right amount,” she replies. “Now let me know when you have it and you’re headed to the bathroom. And don’t hang up on me.” It’s like she can read my mind.
I sit there forever, going back and forth with what I want and need to do. At one point I grab the bag of crystal and put it back. Then pull it out again and open it, staring at the white crystals so close I can almost taste them. But I can also hear Nova breathing on the other end. Soft and full of concern. Acting calm, when I’m sure she’s freaking out. I want to throw them away just for her, but I have to wonder if it’s possible to care for someone so much that I’d give this up. Do I care for her that much?
After a lot of deliberating, I come to one simple answer.
Yes. I care about her that much.
I get to my feet and make my way to the bathroom, not speaking. Then I lift up the toilet seat and, shutting my eyes, I tip the bag over, pour the contents into the water, and flush them down.
“Did you do it?” Nova asks at the sound of the flushing.
I press my lips together, resting back against the bathroom wall, realizing how sweaty I am and how much I’m gasping for air. “I did.”
“See, I knew you could do it,” she says with relief in her voice. “I knew you’d do the right thing.”
The right thing? Is that what I just did? Sometimes it feels like it is, but there are other times when it feels like what I’m doing is so wrong and disrespectful to Lexi. But through the right and wrong, there’s always one thing that gives me hope and that’s Nova. She’s what keeps me going.