Tell Me Something Real — Kristen Kehoe

“Maybe that's why when he looks at her, he sees more. Sees everything.” …our fingers fan against one another, eventually threading together, where we grip tightly. “She sees everything, too. In him.” Lincoln Brewer was no stranger to disappointment and heartache. An addict mom, no money, and an autoimmune disease which required far more time and attention than she had, taught Lincoln early on that people like her could only survive -- dreams were for other people, the kind to whom the word future meant more than a high school diploma and moving far, far away from the town they had grown up in. Go to school, work, run, repeat. Look for the day she could leave and begin life without the baggage. This was her life. And it was enough. Until him. Ford Slaughter didn't give a damn about anyone. It was easier that way. Well, had been easier, until it landed him in the middle of a lawsuit/scandal that his parents couldn't deal with, which then landed him in the middle of Podunk U.S.A., aka Albany, Oregon. Regardless of location, his plan was simple: engage with no one, go to school, and count down the days until he was eighteen and graduated so he could finally be free. What Ford didn't count on was the girl who literally fell into his lap that first day. He didn't count on Lincoln Brewer. He didn't count on falling in love.