Getting a new heart was supposed to be my second shot at life, not some complicated mess that would turn my whole world upside down. But here I am, dealing with this weird ache in my chest that no doctor can figure out, and somehow it led me straight to them.
Now I'm standing on my donor's doorstep, telling myself I just need answers. But man, the moment his family walked into the room? Game over.
I haven't exactly been straight with them about who I am or why I showed up in their lives. And Reid? The woman I've been in love with forever, who's finally agreed to marry me? She says I need to come clean before this whole thing blows up in my face.
Everyone keeps talking about how the heart remembers, but nobody tells you what to do when your heart pulls you in two different directions. How am I supposed to choose between the family that makes my borrowed heart feel whole and the future I've always wanted with Reid?
They say life gives you second chances. They just don't mention how complicated those chances can get.