

At first, Chasing Fields felt like it was taking its time finding its rhythm. Not in a bad way, more like the story was settling in slowly, letting me ease into Alex and Kai’s world before anything really cracked open. But once it did, once the truth of what Alex was living through with Connor started to surface, the entire book shifted. By the end, my heart was in pieces.
The way Alex's pain comes through feels so quiet and devastating. The way he tries to minimize it, the way he flinches from the idea that anyone might actually care, it’s heartbreaking because it feels so real. And Kai is the kind of character who makes you want to reach into the pages and just thank him. He doesn’t push, he doesn’t demand, he just shows up. Again and again. He wants so badly to help Alex carry the weight, even when Alex can barely admit how heavy it is.
The last stretch of the book is where everything hits hardest. Watching Alex unravel under the abuse he’s endured, and seeing Kai refuse to let him face it alone, turns what started as a slow burn into something deeply emotional and unexpectedly powerful. By the time I reached the final chapters, I wasn’t just invested, I was aching for them.
Chasing Fields leaves you sitting there afterward with that tight, aching feeling in your chest, the kind that makes you pause before you can even think about moving on. There’s relief in knowing Alex is finally stepping into the help he’s needed for so long, but it’s tangled up with this fierce, frustrated ache over everything he’s survived and everything Connor put him through. It’s tender and painful and hopeful all at once, the kind of story that shakes something loose inside you and stays with you long after the last page.
At first, Chasing Fields felt like it was taking its time finding its rhythm. Not in a bad way, more like the story was settling in slowly, letting me ease into Alex and Kai’s world before anything really cracked open. But once it did, once the truth of what Alex was living through with Connor started to surface, the entire book shifted. By the end, my heart was in pieces.
The way Alex's pain comes through feels so quiet and devastating. The way he tries to minimize it, the way he flinches from the idea that anyone might actually care, it’s heartbreaking because it feels so real. And Kai is the kind of character who makes you want to reach into the pages and just thank him. He doesn’t push, he doesn’t demand, he just shows up. Again and again. He wants so badly to help Alex carry the weight, even when Alex can barely admit how heavy it is.
The last stretch of the book is where everything hits hardest. Watching Alex unravel under the abuse he’s endured, and seeing Kai refuse to let him face it alone, turns what started as a slow burn into something deeply emotional and unexpectedly powerful. By the time I reached the final chapters, I wasn’t just invested, I was aching for them.
Chasing Fields leaves you sitting there afterward with that tight, aching feeling in your chest, the kind that makes you pause before you can even think about moving on. There’s relief in knowing Alex is finally stepping into the help he’s needed for so long, but it’s tangled up with this fierce, frustrated ache over everything he’s survived and everything Connor put him through. It’s tender and painful and hopeful all at once, the kind of story that shakes something loose inside you and stays with you long after the last page.