endless list of my favorite books (17/?): trouble the water; a novel by jacqueline friedland
“Promise me,” he beseeched her. She looked up at him, unsure whether she should continue arguing.
“Please,” he placed his hand on her cheek as he told her, “I beg it of you.” His hand against her skin was a revelation, a feast of warmth. How she wanted to lean into it. No, she wanted to step back, remove herself from its force. She stood motionless.
“If you were hurt by any of this, Abby, I couldn’t bear it,” he told her.












