Bone Island: Book of Danvers (Tales of Weeping Hollow, #2)

by Nicole Fiorina

She was a part of me. If not half my soul, then in my blood. A tangible thing you could see, feel, taste, hold. Something concrete. Something to believe in.

Definitely crying.

“Over a hundred years were thrown between us, and I still found you, and I’ll keep finding you. I will always find you.”

Not okay

“It is quite simple, darling. The pain between what could happen and what did happen is much larger than one imagines.

This WRECKED me