All I ever wanted was to be perfect. That wasn’t too much to ask, right? It was the only way to change how people saw me and my past.
I, Logan Solomon, could not screw up.
Going home to Beaufort, North Carolina, for my sister’s wedding was a painful reminder of everything I had tried to leave behind.
One perfect drink with her maid of honor turned into five.
And those perfect drinks turned into one night that would change everything.
My sister’s best friend had always been on the other side of a line I wasn’t supposed to cross.
Now, there are two more lines.
And theyre pink.
