“Your f*cked up fits with my f*cked up and as long as we’re f*cked up together, who gives a f*ck.”
Their paths never should have crossed. Torrence Dunworthy lived with his four brothers and his sometimes-there-but-mostly-not mother, always struggling to get by.
Julian Sterling was born into a life of privilege and connections, which was the only reason his anger issues didn’t get him kicked out of kindergarten. He’d also never had a friend.
And then Jule met Tor.
They shouldn’t have had anything in common. Their parents shouldn’t have involved six-year-olds in their affair.
They shouldn’t have found ways to stay connected when everything seemed designed to drive them apart. A lot of things shouldn’t have happened over nearly three decades.
But one thing that never wavered was their commitment to one another.
Their paths were destined to cross. They had everything in common.
The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree, and despite surface appearances, Jule and Tor grew from the same orchard, with roots too deep to kill.
