Finding Home | Finders Keepers #1✔️

FINDING MYSELF IS PUBLISHED!

Hey guys! Just here to tell you that the last book of the trilogy is finally here!

Synopsis:

Charlie Corrins is trying to get everything in her life together after waking up from a two-year coma. Except, she feels like there's something missing in herself, especially since the trauma that she experienced caused for her to lose three years of her life. The last thing she remembers was being twenty-two and the present tells her that she's twenty-eight.

With a big piece of three years missing in her life, she continues with life, and trying to adjust to the fact that her cousin is finally getting married. Arriving at the bachelorette and bachelor party, she meets Jamie Hemmingway.

For the first time? Based on the memories that's coming back to her, it seems they've already met and possibly had something more. She just can't remember to what extent.

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Prologue

It was the night. The stars are beautiful but nothing compares to what we're doing.

I was riding shotgun that night and we were listening to AC/DC's Highway to Hell. I remember rocking it out with the unknown blurred man right at the driver seat. The two of us had the music blasting so much and we were laughing, holding one another, and I could remember feeling the love and happiness with him.

That's when I heard it. I heard it before I had seen it. Then, after seeing it, that's when I felt it.

The loud honking sound of a truck, the crushing metal, the glass breaking and flying over to our faces. That's when I felt all of my body breaking or maybe bruising... I'm not sure. My head flipped front and back, side to side and I remember having to feel the panic seizing up my chest as I felt that I no longer had control over my neck and the rest of my body.

My head swings back again and I hit something hard, maybe it's a glass or maybe it's the hood of the car. Either way, I was beginning to feel my eyelids getting heavier by the second. I blink several times, taking in the blood that's pooling out of me or maybe it was from the man right beside me.

When I look at his blurry face, I see blood dripping down on his shirt, but I don't exactly see which part of his face is cut or broken. His hands are gripping my cheeks, tapping them, urging me to stay awake. The way his voice sounds, I know that it's not good and all I wanted to say was that I loved him with every fiber of my being but I couldn't.

My ears are ringing and my eyes feel like there's weights resting on them, telling me to sleep.

"Charlie! Charlie!" I hear him yell. A thought of how his voice sounds so good passes through my mind. I want to sleep now. "Charlie! Don't fall asleep on me, please!"

Fatigue is now eating away at me and it's ruthless. My body feels like it's shutting down now.

"Stay awake for me, Charlie!" I hear his pleads again. My throat feels dry. "Stay awake, please. Please, don't you dare leave me, alright? Don't. Leave. Me."

Lightly shaking my head, I give a small smile. "I love you."

The last thing I hear is his cries, his pleas for me to keep living, his promise that he won't give up on me.

The last thing I feel is his hands on my face.

The last thing I see is his blurry face.

The last thing I think of was him.