Blurb
One selfish summer— heat on skin, dandelion seed in the air, four teenagers circling the same fracture.
Luke, learning to see. Coral, surface bright. Josh, muscle over meaning. Ruby—quick, sly, tilting the game before she knows its cost.
Desire flares. Friendships split. Regret builds its own museum— unsorted, never shut.
Years move on. Lover’s part. Children grow.
Memory keeps opening doors— to what was, what almost was, what still presses beneath the skin.
And always the question— not who you loved, but what you carried.
A free-verse novel about passion, forgiveness, and the echoes that refuse to leave.
