PAPER THIN
Copyright © 2015 by Jennifer Snyder
Editing by H. Danielle Crabtree
Cover Design created by Lindee Robinson Photography
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Table of Contents
Title Page
Copyright
Other Books
Dedication
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
Chapter Twenty-Four
Chapter Twenty-Five
Chapter Twenty-Six
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Chapter Thirty
Chapter Thirty-One
Chapter Thirty-Two
Chapter Thirty-Three
Chapter Thirty-Four
Thank you
Coldcreek Companion Series - Break You
Prologue
Chapter One
Purchase Information
A Risk Worth Taking
Chapter One
Acknowledgments
About the Author
Other Books by Jennifer Snyder
Succubus Kiss
Kiss of Awakening, prequel novella
Seduce, Book 1
Savor, Book 2
Tethered
Catalyst
Conjure
Confined
Marked Duology
Marked
Changed
Coldcreek
Break You
Control You
Wreck You
Forget You
Reaper Novellas
Touch
Hereafter
Unloved
The Unloved
The Damned, Unloved novella
Exhale
Shattered Soul
For anyone who has ever felt paper thin.
“OPEN THE DAMN THING. You’re staring at it like it’s the scariest thing you’ve ever seen.” My roommate laughed. Her red hair swayed around her shoulders.
She was right. I was being stupid and melodramatic, exactly the type of girl I hated, but my sister had never sent me a letter before. We talked once or twice every couple of weeks on the phone. That was about it. Our distance was my fault. I completely took the blame for it, but only because her calls scared the shit out of me. She never had anything good to say, not about our mom at least.
My fingers closed tighter around the envelope Sadie had tossed onto my bed as though it was nothing other than my sister’s latest attempt to reach out and bond.
Who knew? That could be the reason behind it. The letter could be a new way Emma decided to bypass the ignore button on my cell. I had a hard time believing she would do something so drastic. Who wrote letters anymore? Why couldn’t she shoot me a text or leave a voicemail? What if something horrible had happened to Mom, something so bad she couldn’t bring herself to tell me over the phone or through a text?
“Good grief, Charlotte,” Sadie huffed. “Want me to open it for you?”
I swallowed the lump rising in my throat and shook my head. If it was something about my mom, I wanted to be the one to read it. “No. I’ll do it.”
“Then do it already!” Her hands lifted in the air as her voice rose an octane or two in exasperation. “The suspense is killing me!”
My lips twisted into the tiniest of smiles. Sadie didn’t have any sisters; she had brothers. Three of them. Her family was picture perfect. A mom and a dad, three brothers, a buttload of aunts, uncles, and cousins. Both sets of grandparents were still alive and kicking. I had Emma and Mom. My dad bailed on us when I was two and Emma was five. I never understood why. Emma said she didn’t remember our parents ever fighting. Mom attested to this and claimed he simply realized being with us wasn’t the life he wanted. She never badmouthed him, which looking back surprised me, because I could see how easy it would be to do such a thing—to blame him for her single-mother troubles. She would only tell us settling down and raising a family wasn’t always right for everyone. It hadn’t been right for him, but unfortunately he’d come to the realization one wife and two kids too late.