Honey (Agía Sahnta #2)

by Mariel Pomeroy

You’re perfect at every stage of your journey, Aheia. We all are,” she continued, splaying her fingers through the once white strands. “The size of our bodies has nothing to do with our worth. They’re simply a vessel for our minds.”

“Yes, I think that we are all born very similar, but it’s our experiences, our traumas, and who we are around that shape us. It doesn’t make it all right or much more bearable—but it feels like a gold lining—that the pain we’ve suffered

came from an ancient place foretold a long time ago. It takes it all out of our hands.”