Fractured – The Salvation Society Read Online Dani Rene

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Total pages in book: 51
Estimated words: 47815 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 239(@200wpm)___ 191(@250wpm)___ 159(@300wpm)
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Fractured - The Salvation Society

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Dani Rene

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English
ISBN/ ASIN:
B08SBMGRJC
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USA Today Bestselling Author, Dani René, brings you an emotional, friends to lovers romance in New York Times Bestselling Author, Corinne Michaels' Salvation Society.

James was my first love. My first kiss. Then he left suddenly without a goodbye. My heart is broken and he holds the fragments.

Now I find myself in a living nightmare, with no one to save me. He was my hero once upon a time, but this is no fairytale. I’m afraid I’ll be forever fractured, unless he can piece me back together.
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Chapter One

Autumn

Eight years old

I don’t like when winter comes to New York. Everything is cold, and Momma is never happy or smiling. Snow is piled high on our porch, and even when I beg her to sweep it away, she will tell me to jump over the white mush.

That’s not the only thing I don’t like.

Going to school in the city is scary. Not because I’m afraid of walking down the sidewalks or shoving through groups of people on their way to work, but because the other kids at school don’t like me.

Momma tells me that it’s not true. She says everyone loves me because I’m her beautiful girl. She told me that nobody could ever hate me, but she doesn’t know how hard it is making friends when I’m not like them.

Today is one of those days when the sun isn’t shining, and my heart hurts in my chest. When this happens, it reminds me that I have to be sad. My heart hurts because I no longer have my dad, who loved me like a princess. Even though I love my momma, it was Dad who would always be there to make me laugh. I can see how much Momma misses him. I hear how she cries at night, and I think if I were happy, it would be bad because I shouldn’t be. Momma said he’s in heaven, in the clouds, and she told me he can see me. But I don’t believe her because if he could see me, then he wouldn’t stay there; he’d come back and love me again.

Tears run down my cheeks as I watch everyone on the playground, laughing and talking to each other. I should go to them, but I don’t want to be happy.

I blink when everyone in front of me becomes blurry because I can’t stop the tears that leak from my eyes. The other kids never want to be around me because I’m different, but also because I’m the girl without a dad, which only makes me even weirder to them.

When I look at them running around, I see them smile, I see them talk to their friends. But I don’t have those. I settle on the bench that overlooks the playground and open my lunch box to find the sandwich Momma likes to make—peanut butter and jelly. It was Daddy’s favorite, so Momma always puts it in my lunch box, so I don’t forget him.

Can you forget someone you love?

Momma says Daddy went to live with Grandma, but I don’t like that he’s gone. Even though I know he won’t come back, I still pray every night and ask God to send him to me again. To send him here to fix Momma and me.

Every morning I wake up and I find out that my prayers haven’t been answered because he isn’t sitting in the chair at the kitchen table. Nothing will bring him home because we put him in the box that went into the ground.

“Hey.” A voice startles me, and I almost drop my lunch. I lift my teary eyes to see a boy standing in front of me. He doesn’t block the sun because the gray clouds have taken over the sky. But his eyes shine when he looks down at me sitting on the bench. His hair is spiky, sticking up in all directions like he just ruffled it.

“Hi.” My voice sounds scratchy, and I clear my throat, which Daddy used to tell me there was a frog in when it got like that. I'd giggle so hard—I thought it was the funniest thing I ever heard.

“What are you doing?” the boy asks me before he sits next to me. He’s holding a candy bar in his fist. It looks so good, but I can’t ask him for a bite of his treat.

“I’m having lunch,” I tell him and lift my box to offer him half of my sandwich. He looks at it for a long while before he takes half and bites into it.

“Peanut butter,” he says while chewing, making his teeth turn a funny color because of the sticky, crunchy goodness. I want to smile, but my heart hurts too much today. Instead, I wonder why he’s sitting with me. He doesn’t look at me; he’s watching the rest of the kids.

He has brown eyes that remind me of the candy bar he’s holding. His pointy hair is black, like the nighttime when the moon doesn’t come out. His skin is like Momma’s milky coffee, not exactly pale like the other kids, but not as dark as mine. When I look down at our arms, I notice how he looks more like caramel, and I’m like chocolate.

“I like peanut butter,” he says, causing me to lift my eyes to his face. He’s still chewing, and I decide I like how his mouth moves as he enjoys his lunch.


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