Rewrite Our Story

Copyright © 2023 by Kat Singleton All rights reserved. This book, or parts thereof, may not be reproduced in any form without the express written permission of the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review. Printed in the United States of America. This is a work of fiction. The names, characters, and incidents portrayed in the novel are either products of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously. ASIN: B0BT6TMVZ9 Cover Design by Ashlee O’Brien with Ashes & Vellichor Cover Photograph by Melanie Napier Developmental Edit by Salma R. Edited by Victoria Ellis of Cruel Ink Editing & Design Formatted by Kat Singleton For all my besties who prefer their book boyfriend to have a backwards hat, a pair of cowboy boots, and a filthy mouth. I hope you have the ride of your life with Cade Jennings. Rewrite Our Story is a small town, second chance, best friend’s brother romance. It is both angsty and spicy. It’ll pull at your heart strings, make you blush, and everything in between. I hope that you love Cade and Mare as much as I do. This is the first book in a series of interconnected standalones set in Sutten Mountain. Rewrite Our Story contains mature content that may not be suitable for all audiences. Please go to authorkatsingleton.com/content-warnings for a list of content warnings for the book. CONTENTS Prologue - Mare - Age Ten 1. Mare - Fourteen Years Later 2. Cade - Present 3. Mare - Present 4. Mare - Age Sixteen 5. Mare - Present 6. Cade - Present 7. Mare - Age Sixteen 8. Mare - Present 9. Cade - Present 10. Cade - Age Twenty-One 11. Mare - Present 12. Cade - Present 13. Mare - Present 14. Mare - Age Nineteen 15. Mare - Age Nineteen 16. Mare - Age Nineteen 17. Mare - Present 18. Mare - Age Nineteen 19. Cade - Present 20. Mare - Present 21. Cade - Present 22. Mare - Present 23. Mare - Present 24. Mare - Age Nineteen 25. Cade - Age Twenty-Two 26. Mare - Age Nineteen 27. Cade - Present 28. Mare - Present 29. Cade - Present 30. Mare - Present 31. Cade - Present 32. Mare - Present 33. Mare - Age Nineteen 34. Cade - Age Twenty-Two 35. Mare - Age Nineteen 36. Cade - Age Twenty-Two 37. Mare - Age Nineteen 38. Cade - Age Twenty-Two 39. Mare - Present 40. Cade - Present 41. Mare - Age Nineteen 42. Mare - Age Nineteen 43. Cade - Age Twenty-Two 44. Mare - Age Nineteen 45. Mare - Age Nineteen 46. Cade - Age Twenty-Two 47. Mare - Present 48. Cade - Present 49. Mare - Present 50. Cade - Present 51. Mare - Present 52. Cade - Age Twenty-Six 53. Cade - Present 54. Mare - Present 55. Cade - Present 56. Mare - Present 57. Mare - Present 58. Cade - Present 59. Mare - Present 60. Mare - Present 61. Cade - Present Epilogue - Mare - Eight Months Later Want More Sutten Mountain? Acknowledgments About the Author Also By Kat Singleton Want More Kat Singleton? Chapter 1 - Margo Links PROLOGUE - MARE - AGE TEN Her frail hand is cold and shaky as she moves blonde ringlets from my forehead. She looks so tired as she glances down at me sadly. “Momma’s gonna leave tonight, honey,” she tells me, her voice not quite sounding the way I know it should. “Where are you going, Momma?” I ask, nuzzling deeper into her chest. I’m as gentle as possible, careful not to hurt her. Daddy’s always reminding me that Momma is fragile now. I have to watch my movements around her so I don’t make her feel any pain. Momma sighs. It’s long and drawn out. One of those big sighs I only ever hear from grown-ups. Suddenly, her body begins to shake underneath mine. I look up to see her eyes full of tears. “Don’t cry, Momma,” I beg, carefully pushing off the bed to wipe away her tears. “I’ll go with you so you don’t have to go alone.” Her eyes close as water streams down her pale cheeks. I miss the color they used to be before she got sick—tan with a tinge of pink from the sun from when she’d forget to wear a hat while we rode down the trails on our horses. “I’m afraid where I’m going I have to go alone, Marigold,” she answers sadly. Tears form in my eyes, even though I try to fight them. Daddy always tells me Momma doesn’t like to see me cry. I try to make them stop, but Momma’s tears increase, and it’s no use controlling mine either. “I don’t want you to go anywhere I can’t go,” I beg. Her frail fingers work through my hair. “With everything in me, I wish I didn’t have to go. But sometimes we aren’t the ones to make these choices. You understand me?” I nod my head even though I don’t understand at all. Both Momma and Daddy have been telling me that she would be leaving soon, and I won’t be able to see her again, but it doesn’t make sense to me. It goes over my head, even though I’m trying hard to understand their words. Why does Momma have to go somewhere I can’t go? “You might not see me anymore, my dear Marigold, but I know—I swear—you’ll still feel me.” I look up at Momma through blurry, tear-filled eyes. “How?” She places her cold palm against my chest, right above the princess on my nightgown. “You’ll feel me right here. Forever. Until we’re together again.” I sniffle. “I’ll see you again?” Momma pulls me into her, burying her face into my hair as I hide mine against her bony chest. “You’ll see me again. When it’s time, I’ll meet you in a field of marigolds. Just like the one you were named