About the book

Two boys.

One tragedy.

Grief bonds us.

The mystery of this murder will break us.

My best friend was brutally ripped from this world, but her brother and

boyfriend are still here.

One of them wants to use me.

The other wants to forget me.

Both of them make me feel alive.

We'll find Violet's murderer, no matter the cost.

Two boys.

One tragedy.

Grief bonds us.

Love will tear us apart.

Chapter1

Dear Diary,

I'm not sure if he loves me or loves the tease. He likes the way my knees blush and bruise on his hardwood floors. He likes the way I drop a pencil and slowly pick it up. I know I shouldn't be telling you this. Secrets aren't meant to bloom like life in your belly. They're meant to be buried in coffins or hidden like quiet, angry bleeps in the back of a car. They're meant to be strangled, the air cut off with a blunt razor blade. This is my secret. My deepest shame. This is my story.

XOXO,

Violet

Breeze

I loved how unforgiving the ocean was. She demanded respect and drew people to her dark depths with beauty. She was terrifying and exhilarating, yet gentle when she wanted to be. My mother used to tell me that the ocean was a woman, and living on the island taught me she was right. Who else could hold life in its murky depths while being a temperamental bitch?

Tonight, instead of an ocean, I felt more like a muddy puddle. Bland, inconvenient, and something people avoided. I never fit in at these parties, nor was I ever popular or memorable enough to be on the invite list. I wasn't like my best friend, Violet, who was always the vibrant life of the party. And tonight, her house was filled to the brim with people and alcohol. I wanted to spend my night watching surf clips on YouTube, but it was Violet's eighteenth birthday, and she had begged me to come. Not that she necessarily had to, I wasn't going to miss her birthday party. I just liked to make her work for it.

Practically everyone on the island was here to drink cheap beer and make poor decisions. Love or better yet-lust was in the air. February was perfect for finding someone to Bleep. The music was thumping, and someone opened all the windows, letting the salty, humid air coat our sweaty skin. There was a smoky haze surrounding me, and I breathed in the skunky smell of pot. A guy with red eyes kept blowing smoke in my direction, laughing at whatever his buddies were saying. People crowded the chairs and couches. Coolers packed with beer lined the walls, and the floors were sticky. A girl wearing tall wedges that made her feet wobbly slumped past me, laughing as trash can punch splashed over the rim of her red cup. Some of it landed on my feet, and I was glad I decided not to dress up.

Back home, hanging in my closet was a sleek, black dress that was gorgeous and revealing. It clung to my slender body, creating the illusion of curves. When I tried it on, it didn't feel like me. Violet had brought it over earlier, insisting that I wear it. Part of me wanted to, but I changed my mind last minute. When push came to shove, I always preferred comfort over glam-always preferred hiding in the shadows to standing out.

I wore an oversized teal T-shirt and cutoff shorts that showed off my long, tanned legs. My blond, sun-kissed hair fell in natural waves down my

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