Her Last 13 Seconds
READING AGE 18+
What would be on your bucket list if you had a month left to live?
30 days, a 1969 GTO, and a passager who changed everything.
Kane Flint is a bad boy.
He lives his life in the driver’s seat of a scarred-up ’69 GTO. He doesn't have a home; he has a dashboard. He doesn't have a future; he has an ETA. To Kane, every person is just a passenger, and every city is just a rearview mirror.
Harper Brooks is running out of time.
At eighteen, the terminal degeneration in her body is winning. She’s tired of the smell of bleach, the hushed whispers of doctors, and the "quiet peace" her mother desperately wants for her. Harper doesn't want to fade away in a hospital bed- she wants to burn out like a meteor.
When Harper meets Kane and he takes her on a final, bucket-list induced journey, she isn’t just looking for a driver. She’s looking for the keys to a life she was never supposed to have.
From the neon-soaked chapels of Las Vegas to the silent stars of her hometown. Kane and Harper navigate a road paved with bad decisions and cheap tequila. But as the miles add up, the walls Kane has built around his heart begin to crumble. He isn't just driving a "sick girl"; he’s falling for a woman who is teaching him that the point of a car isn't to get away- it's to find a reason to stay.
But the clock is ticking. As Harper’s fire begins to fade and the road leads them back to Maryland, Kane is forced to face the one thing he can’t outrun: a goodbye.
Her Last 13 Seconds is a visceral, heartbreaking, and ultimately hopeful exploration of grief, the family we choose, and the beautiful, agonizing fiction of a life lived at full throttle.
[WARNING: DRINKING, DRUGS, s*x AND A LOT OF ADRENALINE]
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The Maryland oak tree had grown broader in ten years, its roots deepening into the earth, anchoring the two plots with a stubborn, silent strength. The grass was still that perfect, slanted gold- the color Harper had chased her whole life, and the color she had finally caught.
A silver SUV pulled up to the gravel path, but it was ……
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