“I’m Gabby. You’re Izzy,” I said through a croak in my throat. I hugged her, taking in the scent of her hair and the feel of her body. “This way we’re always going to be a part of each other. Okay? I’m going to see you. I promise, we’ll be together again, Izzy. I swear to God,” I said while making promises I couldn’t keep.

“That’s my favorite shirt. Keep it. I want it back.”

THE END until the beginning of Slut, coming late October. Follow me on Facebook or Goodreads for updates.

Dedication

For my mom and dad, I love you to the moon and back.