My love for Callie Street was like a bad country song. Boy meets girl. Boy falls in love with girl. Girl belongs to another guy. Callie was never mine—she couldn’t be. She belonged to my brother. It was his ring on her finger. I hated him for that. Sometimes I hated her. With time, old flames eventually perish, leaving ashes in their wake. But the thing about ashes? If they catch fire, they’ll destroy anything in its path. One forbidden night, Callie and I gave in to temptation. We burned white-hot—an explosion that obliterated everything around us.

Letting Reed go was the hardest thing I’d ever done in my life. He deserved better than me. I’ve made his life hell—even if I never meant to. He wanted more than I was capable of giving. How can you love someone when you hate yourself? Now he’s back in town for a wedding. He has everything he ever wanted. I can’t help but wonder… Could he still want me? Conclusion of Callie and Reed's story in the Broken Love Series.