Rachel, silence, liquid and weird just became the most hated words for me in the English language after reading this book. 😵 Such a cringe plot with predictable character choices. This comes no way close to "It Ends With Us" which still had a beautiful meaning behind all the abuse and emotional trauma. This book was utterly cliched with all the stereotypical romance tropes thrown into the mix like trauma porn: forbidden teenage love, unwanted teenage pregnancy, losing a child, fucking the hunky sexy neighbour, falling for the said neighbour. The dual storyline was such a turn off for me unlike in "It Ends with Us" where it gave me all the feels. I didn't feel shit for any of the character's miseries. They literally had no defining features about them except for the tragic past which the main guy refuses to let go of (I get it's hard for him to talk about it but still he is more cardboard than a human being). The main chick Tate, DON'T EVEN GET ME STARTED ON HOW SHE GOT ON MY NERVES. Her talk about turning into liquid when Miles ( and I quote "laundry folding hunky pilot neighbour") was near her was vomit-inducing. The ending is just a nicely packed present with a red ribbon to it. No stakes, no emotional payoff. Just fucking and fucking for 90 per cent of the book.