" My heart hammers and my head hurts and there’s this taste in my mouth. This dry, parched taste. This taste of a night I don’t remember with….
I squeeze my eyes shut. This can’t be hard. What’s his name?
Remember, Goddamn it, remember.
Carver.
His name is Carver. "
― , The Mockingbirds (The Mockingbirds, #1)