I freaking loved the book!
Meet Liv, Olivia West
and her beloved husband, Dean West
This is the story of their love
. “What’s your key, Olivia?”
“An old friend once told me that everyone has a key to unlocking their secrets. What’s yours?”
“Um… I’m pretty sure I don’t have a key.”
“I’m pretty sure you do.”
“Well, if everyone has one,” I said, “what’s yours?”
“Ah.” A twinkle flashed in his eyes. “You have to discover that yourself.”
“Then you have to do the same with me.”
“Challenge accepted.” “I don’t want you to walk away,” I said.
“But you… you might want to go,” I warned.
“Here be monsters,” I whispered.
“Liv,” he said, his voice rough with tenderness, “you don’t have to be afraid.”
“Because I’ll slay monsters for you.”
They were so freakishly happy. Even fairy tales seemed pale compared to their love.. Even when I’d confessed about the scars knitting through my soul, he had not retreated. Just the opposite, in fact. He’d drawn his sword in readiness to protect me.
However their love is not perfect. In fact, it's far from perfect. But, it's real..
When a second thought started to threaten their love...“Not having children doesn’t make us any less married. Any less in love. It doesn’t make us any less a family.”
“It doesn’t make us more either, does it?”
Confusion stepped in when the other half preferred silence over talking.. “You okay?”
But I’m not entirely sure that I am, and I don’t understand why.
However, the truth did't fix them, instead it broke them even more.....I’m uncertain about my own husband’s faith in me. In us... “Okay?” he asks.
The word fine sticks in my throat. This time, I can’t respond. We talk, but not about anything important. Not about us.
They were hurting each other, but they just couldn't live without each other.. My eyes sting with tears of embarrassment and anger, but this time I don’t let them fall.
Instead I just sit there and try to breathe. My disappointment in my husband is so sharp I can taste it, bitter and cold....the one person I really want to have a conversation with—the man I’ve always been able to talk to about anything—is unapproachable...
In the end the confusion led to a fatal mistake.. “If you don’t want to do anything, we won’t. If you want to go slow, we’ll go slow. If you want to end this right now, I’ll walk away from you. It’ll kill me to do it, but if you want me to, I will.”
But how could they forgive each other when they could't even forgive themselves?I’d have loved to believe I was a fair lady to his knight, but from what I could remember of the King Arthur tales, none of the women met with a desirable end. “Don’t leave, beauty.” His voice is a rough whisper.