" Sofi had no idea how long she sat like that. Tucked up beside this boy she despised more than anyone other than her mother while his music overwhelmed her senses and set them all right again. This man who'd used her and hurt her and probably would again, and yet who stayed, soothing her hair and not saying a word. "

― Mary Weber , The Evaporation of Sofi Snow (The Evaporation of Sofi Snow, #1)