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They say, if you love someone set them free. So why can’t Hannah let go?
Hannah Sullivan has spent the past three months stalking her ex-boyfriend, lurking in the bushes and hiding behind fake social media personas, convinced she can eventually rekindle the love they once shared. But when she meets Marc, who is everything James never wanted to be and more, she begins to wonder if she’s got it all wrong.
Hannah must come to terms with her own demons before she can decipher between her delusional mission and the man of her dreams.
Excerpt:
Heat from the ancient laptop battery warmed Hannah's legs through her yellow and green plaid pajama pants. She considered putting a pillow between herself and the overheated computer, but the slight burn contrasted nicely against the icy cold permeating her fingers and toes.
The scrap of lined paper at her side had an energy all its own. Hannah couldn't resist rubbing the torn edge between her forefinger and thumb. Over and over and over, she traced the fibers fringed along the uneven rectangle, a random combination of letters and numbers scrawled across it in deep indigo ink. It'd taken three straight days of working out various patterns and placement, but she'd eventually stumbled across the right amalgamation. Three capital letters—a tricky, but prudent measure when one intended to keep out hackers.
Hannah brought up the university student registration page, clicking through the various links and tabs until the blinking cursor stared at her, waiting for her to enter the perm number and password.
She heard her roommates, Amanda and Kymberlie come home. Their increased volume and fits of laughter provided all the information she needed to figure out where the pair had spent their Saturday night. The streets of Isla Vista were always a cornucopia of keg parties and backyard bonfires, but being of legal age, they no longer subjected themselves to the annoyance of freshman follies.
" Hannah !" Kymberlie hollered from the living room.
"I'm here. I'm registering for classes. Be out in a minute!" Hannah ’s began to shake as she typed in the student identification number—she knew it by heart—then the password.
Chewing on the raw, exposed skin of her thumb, she watched the gray circle fill in one millimeter at a time while the computer script decided if she possessed the magic words. "C'mon, c'mon, c'mon…" Legs outstretched and crossed at the ankle, her feet wiggled, while anticipation ate at her insides. "Yeeeesss," she said when the page finally loaded.
