Jill Knapp - You’ll Find Me in Manhattan

JILL KNAPP

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For everyone who believes in soul-mates, true love, and forever.

He adored New York City. He idolized it all out of proportion…he romanticized it all out of proportion. Yes. To him, no matter what the season was, this was still a town that existed in black and white…

Woody Allen

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Title Page You'll Find Me in Manhattan JILL KNAPP A division of HarperCollins Publishers www.harpercollins.co.uk

Copyright Harper Impulse an imprint of HarperCollins Publishers 1 London Bridge Street London SE1 9GF www.harpercollins.co.uk First published in Great Britain by Harper Impulse 2015 Copyright © Jill Knapp 2015 Cover images © Shutterstock.com Cover layout design © HarperColl‌insPublishers Ltd 2015 Cover design by HarperColl‌insPublishers Ltd Jill Knapp asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. A catalogue record for this book is available from the British Library This novel is entirely a work of fiction. The names, characters and incidents portrayed in it are the work of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or localities is entirely coincidental. All rights reserved under International and Pan-American Copyright Conventions. By payment of the required fees, you have been granted the non-exclusive, non-transferable right to access and read the text of this e-book on screen. No part of this text may be reproduced, transmitted, downloaded, decompiled, reverse engineered, or stored in or introduced into any information storage and retrieval system, in any form or by any means, whether electronic or mechanical, now known or hereinafter invented, without the express written permission of HarperCollins. Digital eFirst: Automatically produced by Atomik ePublisher from Easypress. Ebook Edition © September 2015 ISBN: 9780007594696 Version 2015-09-25

Dedication For everyone who believes in soul-mates, true love, and forever.

Prologue Prologue “Amalia?” he muttered my name as usual, never to be said with full strength. But something was different this time. He wasn’t using the familiar judgmental tone I had become accustomed to. “At the end of it all, it’s just you you’re left with,” he continued. “Some people say life is short, and there’s no denying that.” He glanced down at the picture on his desk for a moment, taking a deep breath in the process. “But life is also long .” He looked up from the photo, and his eyebrows popped up like two arrows on his forehead. “ Too long to choose a path that will lead you nowhere. Much too long not to follow your heart.” As he took a step closer to me, I could feel tears forming in the back of my eyes. But it didn’t matter. I was stronger now. But still not strong enough to know what to say. “I wish I had known sooner,” he muttered in a near-whisper. “But you still have time. You have a choice .” Didn’t I always? But when have I chosen wisely? I could feel the side of my lip pulling my face into a grimace. He didn’t seem to notice. “Don’t choose poorly,” he shook his head. If I looked close enough, I could see the sparkle of tears beginning to form in his brown eyes. I turned my head away and reached for the door, but it was no use. His words had already penetrated something deep inside me. Perhaps it was something I had known all along. I could almost hear Autumn’s voice gloating in my head. In psychology this is referred to as a “breakthrough.”

One – Amalia

Two – Olivia

Three – Amalia

Four – Olivia

Five – Amalia

Six – Olivia

Seven – Amalia

Eight – Olivia

Nine – Amalia

Ten- Olivia

Eleven – Amalia

Twelve – Olivia

Thirteen – Amalia

Fourteen – Olivia

Fifteen – Amalia

Sixteen – Olivia

Seventeen – Amalia

Eighteen – Olivia

Nineteen – Amalia

Twenty – Olivia

Twenty – Olivia

Twenty-one – Amalia

Twenty-two – Olivia

Twenty-three – Amalia

Twenty-four – Olivia

Twenty-Five – Amalia

Twenty-six – Olivia

Twenty-Seven – Amalia

Twenty-eight – Olivia

Thirty – Amalia

Thirty-one – Olivia

Thirty-two – Amalia

Thirty-three – Olivia

Thirty-four – Amalia

Thirty-five – Olivia

Thirty-six – Amalia

Acknowledgements

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Jill Knapp

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“Amalia?” he muttered my name as usual, never to be said with full strength. But something was different this time. He wasn’t using the familiar judgmental tone I had become accustomed to.

“At the end of it all, it’s just you you’re left with,” he continued. “Some people say life is short, and there’s no denying that.” He glanced down at the picture on his desk for a moment, taking a deep breath in the process. “But life is also long .” He looked up from the photo, and his eyebrows popped up like two arrows on his forehead. “ Too long to choose a path that will lead you nowhere. Much too long not to follow your heart.”

As he took a step closer to me, I could feel tears forming in the back of my eyes. But it didn’t matter. I was stronger now. But still not strong enough to know what to say.

“I wish I had known sooner,” he muttered in a near-whisper. “But you still have time. You have a choice .”

Didn’t I always? But when have I chosen wisely? I could feel the side of my lip pulling my face into a grimace. He didn’t seem to notice.

“Don’t choose poorly,” he shook his head. If I looked close enough, I could see the sparkle of tears beginning to form in his brown eyes.