<A star-crossed love. A different sky.< Oliver&rsquo;s story will break your heart open in the much-awaited companion to the <New York Times< bestselling <You&rsquo;ve Reached Sam<.

<I&rsquo;ve missed you every day since you left. But I&rsquo;m sure you already knew that. It&rsquo;s time to let you go now. I&rsquo;ll miss you all the time, Sam.<

It&rsquo;s been a year since his best friend, Sam, died. Even though Oliver knows he won&rsquo;t get a response, he can&rsquo;t stop texting Sam&rsquo;s number, especially as the anniversary of his death approaches.

Then one day he accidentally hits the call button, and someone picks up.

The voice on the other end isn&rsquo;t Sam. Sam&rsquo;s number was reassigned and a stranger has been receiving Oliver&rsquo;s private and vulnerable messages for months. But Ben, a college student in Seattle, won&rsquo;t remain a stranger for long. Oliver knows he should stop communicating now that he knows the truth&mdash;but he can&rsquo;t get Ben out of his head.

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Dustin Thao is a Vietnamese American writer based in New York City. He graduated from Amherst College with a B.A. in Political Science and studied critical media literacy at Northwestern University. His debut novel You’ve Reached Sam is a New York Times and USA TODAY bestseller. His second book, When Haru Was Here, published in September 2024.

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NEW YORK TIMES BESTSELLER • Fall in love all over again with Oliver’s story in the hotly-anticipated companion novel to bestselling sensation You’ve Reached Sam.

“A captivating and gorgeously written story about longing, destiny, and the infinite possibilities, and versions, of love. No one writes romance like Dustin Thao and this one is a beauty.” —Kathleen Glasgow, #1 bestselling author of Girl in Pieces

It’s been a year since his best friend, Sam, died. Even though Oliver knows he won’t get a response, he can’t stop texting Sam’s number, especially as the anniversary of his death approaches.

Then one day he accidentally hits the call button, and someone picks up.

The voice on the other end isn’t Sam. Sam’s number was reassigned and a stranger has been receiving Oliver’s private and vulnerable messages for months. But Ben, a college student in Seattle, won’t remain a stranger for long. When they finally meet in person, their spark is undeniable. Everything seems perfect until Oliver discovers something strange might be keeping them apart.

Dustin Thao’s star-crossed return to Ellensburg, WA is a sliding-doors romance sure to break your heart wide open.

Leseprobe
It’s peak cherry blossom season. Petals are falling from the trees as I cut through the quad. I’m walking a little faster than usual. The psychology class I’m shopping starts in a few minutes, and I don’t want to be late on the first day.

I’ve never been in the psychology building before. The lecture hall is massive, lined with ten rows of seats that are filling up fast. I manage to find a spot in the middle as the professor writes something on the chalkboard. I don’t have the textbook yet, so I’m just listening as he goes over the syllabus for the course.

I’m not really paying attention though. I keep glancing at my phone, reading the conversation from last night. I still can’t believe someone else has Sam’s number. And I don’t even know his name. For some reason, I can’t stop thinking about him. I wonder what he looks like. Part of me wants to send him another text. Ask him how his day is going or something. But that would be weird, right? I mean, we don’t even know each other. And it’s not like we’re friends or something. I should probably just forget about it.

I turn on my side, checking my phone again. I was hoping to get another text from him. The guy with Sam’s phone number. Maybe I should change the contact name to something else, since it doesn’t belong to Sam anymore. I wish I knew his name so I could look him up. I want to know everything about him. What color is his hair? Does he have siblings? A dog? My finger hovers over the keyboard as I think of something to write.

I know I should wait until tomorrow. But I can’t help myself.

I send him another message.