Wherever you are you will carry always
Truth of the scars and darkness of your faith
Slowly move on. How did we get to here?
It all went wrong, gravity claiming all your tears.
COLD CONTAGIOUS by BUSH
 
SUMMARY
Five years have passed since Delaney Reid walked in and out of their lives. Now Taylor, Zac, and Bailey, those who were most affected by Laney's presence in their lives, are forced to move on and live life past the destruction that Delaney caused in all of their hearts. Taylor runs away from his mistakes and leaves his family behind. Zac finds someone to fill the place in his heart that Laney had ripped wide open and lets his brother go, refusing forgiveness. Bailey buries herself in her work and refuses to let her heart face another devestating loss. Forced to take part in family traditions, Taylor returns to Tulsa, a changed man, and both Zac and Bailey doubt their ability to stay angry with him. But when Delaney Reid resurfaces and tests every one's sanity once more, can they comfortably exist with each other or have the mistakes of the past ruined their futures forever?
 
EXCERPT
Delaney Reid had been the last person he'd expected to see coming out of the elementary school. He'd come in search of Noelle but when he saw Delaney standing no more than ten feet in front of him, he lost his breath and his mind was wiped blank. She was still as beautiful as he'd remembered her, if not even prettier. She seemed taller, stronger, more confident. Her hair was longer and lighter and her skin was dark, despite it being the middle of November. And as she pushed her sunglasses off of her face and looked at him with those eyes, Zac remembered everything. Every kiss, every fuck, every word, every deception. The look on her face before she'd walked out of the bus as if she'd known all along that it would have ended that way.
 
DISCLAIMER
Truth of the Scars is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

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