What he did made me hate him. It was why he did it that made me love him.
I have spent years thriving on the only emotion I could count on. For my mother dying before I got to know her. My father dying after we made so many memories. For my own illness that has made my father a part of my body and soul, never to be taken away from me.
Hatred is the only reason I keep myself going every day, in hope of finding the truth.
I didn’t know that truth would be Dylan Wilde–a man with a darkness to match mine, a part of him missing. Torn from the same cloth, I never thought I would fall for him; that he would matter to me.
I have always only been Forbes Walters, the girl with no mother and now no father, but Dylan makes me feel like so much more.
Despite everything, I have learned that there is a very thin line between love and hate.