‘I read it in one joyous, tear-filled day. Savor it, devour it, come to this book with open arms and it will love you back’ CARA BASTONE, author of Promise Me Sunshine
‘I laughed. I cried. I blushed hard on a park bench, but most importantly, I fell hard and fast … Stephanie Parente has a firm forever fan in me’ CATHERINE WALSH, author of One Night Only
A hilariously witty and charmingly romantic novel of forbidden crushes, immeasurable yearning and the true meaning of family. Perfect for fans of Carley Fortune, Abby Jiminez and Katherine Center. 

Could a love letter in the wrong hands be exactly where it belongs?
Since losing her dad, Violet’s life has been a constant balancing act, juggling her own grief while playing parent to her moody teenage sister, Phoebe. No matter how hard she tries, the distance between them only seems to grow.
That is, until an undelivered love letter, written by a former tenant to his ex, accidentally shows up at their apartment. Phoebe becomes obsessed with reuniting the note with its author, dragging Violet into what she’s certain is a terrible idea. Things only get messier when they meet the elusive, very real Dex, who wants nothing to do with it – or them.
After some wildly desperate (and borderline unhinged) persuasion, Violet finds herself riding shotgun in Dex’s car, with Phoebe in tow, on a cross-country road trip to deliver the letter in person. What starts out as a reckless plan to get her sister’s spark back soon becomes the most fun Violet’s had in a long time. And maybe – just maybe – she’s starting to like Dex.
Which would be fine… If he wasn’t still in love with someone else.