Her parents had other plans for her that I wasn’t supposed to be a part of. They used her amnesia to steal her from me, her friends, the life she wanted, the future we had planned.

I really wish i had read the first book More Than Lies before reading this one even though it can be read as a standalone novel but i would recommend new readers to read More Than Lies first.But what?” If there is one thing I’m determined to do as her father, it’s to break this shyness. She needs to learn to be bold and strong like her mother. How the hell did she find out? And why isn’t she freaking out? If I’d just found out my dad wasn’t my dad and someone else was, I’d lose it. Nine, Ten, Twenty, doesn’t matter. I’d lose my shit. Als wäre es nicht genug, dass die Beiden sich wieder gefunden haben und die Wahrheit rausgefunden haben.

SHANE BRADEN Memories are never forgotten. Or so it’s said, but she did. She forgot herself, me–us. She forgot everything. One day I woke up and there was only pain. This pain so fierce that I can’t overcome it alone. My heart was ripped out of my chest. I’m surviving, but barely. Not even the physical outlet I seek, to purge the torment of remembering the one I can’t let go, helps anymore. In all of his agony, what if the worst of his pain has yet to be expelled? A secret that could have changed everything . . . had he known. WHITNEY LANE Every day that I wake up I’m in a fog. Before ten years ago I feel like I didn’t exist. Everything I knew had been erased. Some days I wish I had bad memories because even those would be better than none at all. Instead, I feel like I’m a character in a storybook, merely acting a role. I don’t know why, but none of it feels real. That’s crazy. Right? Still, I can’t shake the feeling that everyone is hiding something from me. Even the man that lies next to me at night feels like a stranger. I just want to feel like I belong in my own skin. Everything in her life feels borrowed, but that’s a secret better left unspoken. More Than Memories by N.E. Henderson – eBook Details More Than a Memory" is a mid-tempo ballad, featuring accompaniment primarily from piano, pedal steel guitar, and a string section. In it, the male narrator describes his attempts to forget about a lover who has left him, by destroying anything that reminds him of her and drinking heavily. Despite his attempts to forget her, he still finds himself attempting to call her on the telephone, and tries to stay awake so as not to dream of her. He states that since he still thinks of her, she is "more than a memory," even though he has been told by others that he will forget about her.

Memories are never forgotten. Or so it’s said, but she did. She forgot herself, me—us. She forgot everything. One day I woke up and there was only pain. This pain so fierce that I can’t overcome it alone. My heart was ripped out of my chest. I’m surviving, but barely. Not even the physical outlet I seek to purge the torment of remembering the one I can’t let go helps anymore. This book was wonderful and I know I don't give much in the review but I don't want to give away anything. Even the smallest clue may not give you the reading experience you will get from this novel. After loosing the love of his life Shane has spent the last ten years merely existing going through life on auto pilot. That is until fate steps in, but the road to happiness is not an easy one. My voice is a lot calmer than the emotions running through me. When she acted like she was about to get in trouble for doing something I went into doctor mode. Kids are all too often scared and nervous when they come in the ER injured. Half the time, they’re fearful they’ll get in trouble for their own injuries. As sad as the thought is, I was a kid too once, and it’s a normal feeling. Especially when you hurt yourself doing something you weren’t supposed to be doing. Every day that I wake up I’m in a fog. Before ten years ago I feel like I didn’t exist. Everything I knew had been erased. Some days I wish I had bad memories because even those would be better than none at all. Instead, I feel like I’m a character in a storybook, merely acting a role. I don’t know why, but none of it feels real. That’s crazy, right? Still, I can’t shake the feeling that everyone is hiding something from me. Even the man that lies next to me at night feels like a stranger. I just want to feel like I belong in my own skin.