Drift(112)

By: Amy Murray


Moving on. Putting this behind me, behind us. Was it possible? I looked from our linked hands to his face. I’d never doubted the reasons for my drift in the early days. It had always been about James. About finding him. About realizing how much we’d lost. Only later had it been confused and manipulated by the desires of others. Roselli wasn’t coming back, I’d made sure of that, so why was I still so scared?

I blew out a breath and lay down in the sand. “During that last drift, I watched myself die. I was floating on top of the ocean, and I was at peace. Nothing hurt, it was like I was outside of myself, and it was beautiful. I wasn’t coming back. A part of me didn’t want to. I was happy there.”

James furrowed his brow. “Then how? Why?”

I took a slow breath. “You,” I said, reaching for his hands. “You brought me back. I heard your voice. Once I realized what was happening, I knew I had to come back.”

James stared at me, silently. He pulled his hands from mine and ran them through the length of my hair before linking them behind my neck. There was a breath of anticipation that swelled between us, and my heart picked up a beat.

“When you died, I thought I’d lost everything. How cruel was fate to bring us so close just to take you from me?” He studied my face as if he were memorizing it. “I’m never letting you go. I love you.”

I didn’t wait for him to make the first move. I leaned forward and pressed my lips to his, needing the connection more than words. The early spring air whipped around us, and I smelled the salt of the ocean. I wasn’t entirely convinced my drift was gone for good, but right here, right now, was exactly where I was supposed to be.

And maybe, just maybe, that was the reason for it all.



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Acknowledgments

I want to thank my husband, David, and my two beautiful children, Jon David and Taylor. Your support, encouragement, and understanding during this process has meant so much to me. You guys are my world.

To my agent, Michelle Wolfson. Thank you for loving Drift first. I feel so lucky to have you standing beside me.

I want to thank everyone at Entangled who had a hand in this book. Particularly, my editor extraordinaire, Candace Havens. Thank you for making Drift better than I could’ve ever done on my own. It is so bright and shiny thanks to you.

To my mom and dad. Thank you for your unwavering support through all my adventures. Words will never be able to express my gratitude.

To my sister-in-law, Karli, for your crucial insights and perspectives, and to my brother, David.

To my friends, Alicia and Teija. Thanks for encouraging me when I was down and for making me laugh when I wanted to cry. Our gang is the best.

Lastly, I want to thank my sister, Gretchen, for reading every draft of Drift and loving them all, even the ones that were horrible. Thank you for always being kind. For always listening. And for always being my champion. I’m not sure this book would have been finished without you.