There are skeletons in every closet. Some stay quiet—and some rule your soul with an iron fist. Ezra is ruled by the ghosts of his past—and needled by the guilt they create. Not only does he have to manage his own guilt—his friends are forced to bear the weight as well. He lives in limbo, never dreaming of anything that lies beyond the grave. In his mind, he’s a murderer, pure and simple. Hide and seek is Aysa’s game. She begs for small spaces and empty places. But, she secretly desires so much more. When they find each other, a hope for something new is sprung. But Ezra’s skeletons are out for blood. “I hide shock well. I’m a pro at hiding. I have no idea that whatever he had to tell me would be so personal—so heartbreaking. But, I quickly remembered that heartbreak was all around him every time he turned around. He needs no more empathy or sympathy in his life. He craves someone to give him a different take on a tired situation. And different is practically my middle name.”

“Love isn’t crazy. Love isn’t a degree of insanity. Love is sanity at its purest. It forces your soul to make a rational choice—a choice to make another person’s happiness your priority, to allow them access to your heart and soul. Letting Ezra go was choosing to love him. Letting him go was the best way you knew how to choose his joy over your own. I can see it in both of you. This love isn’t one that will go down without a fight.” Seven months is a long time to wait. Ezra has three goals. There is no choice. He has to get better, for himself and for Aysa. Except, his best friend Roman has moved in in his absence. He’s given Ezra’s girl a shoulder to cry on, a hand to hold, and a fighting chance at winning her heart. Aysa knows who her heart belongs to. But loving Ezra is no easy task. Ezra never promised simple, he only promised his heart. Aysa has two paths in front of her, one carries peace and one carries a love that never ends.