With a history like ours, the meaning of the word family tended to tangle into something unrecognizable. DNA and bloodlines didn’t tie us together, and neither did our last names. Various shades of grey blurred the branches of our twisted family tree.

I wasn’t her brother.
They weren’t my parents.
Not that it mattered…

She was off limits.

Portia was my friend.
Then my foster sister.
And she’d always be the love of my life.

Review

Family is a funny word. Some people think it means blood, some people think you choose your own.
For Jude and Portia, it means both.

Put in the foster system at a young age, they both grew up at the Shaw house (Jude going back and forth when his mom was well enough). While the world sees them as siblings, the two have a bond stronger than that. Acting on those feelings, now that they’re all grown up, is harder than it seems.

I loved this story. From start to finish, it tugs at every emotion you can think of. It also draws you in so deep that you don’t even realise you’re reading (which are the best kind of books, let’s be honest). Going between their POV’s, we get a full glance at what exactly their bond is and a beautiful story of true love. 4.5 stars!

~Alex