Time Travel, mystery, deception, and romance. What would a YA novel be without a few hot guys fighting for your attention?
“She’s my mother,” my voice quivers. I close my eyes when he touches my cheek. “Ever since the first time I went back on my birthday—I can’t stop thinking about her, Rick.” I close my eyes and take a deep breath.
He nuzzles my cheek, and I feel his warming breath against my skin. I’m safe, comfortable.
“I saw how she was with me,” I whisper, because if I have to be any louder I won’t be able to go on. “I was a baby, and I saw how much she loved me. She sang to me.