I'm sorry." "Be sorry you lied," he said, pressing a kiss to my forehead. "Don't be sorry you loved him. That's part of you, part you have to let go, yeah, but still something that's made you who you are.
Richelle MeadIād been raised to be practical and keep my emotions in check, but I loved cars. That was one of the few legacies Iād picked up from my mom. She was a mechanic, and some of my best childhood memories were of working in the garage with her.
Richelle Mead