The Oath We Give (Hollow Boys, #5)

by Monty Jay

But there is only so much preparation you can make for death. You can plan the funeral, buy the plot, and read the grief books, but in the end, it doesn’t matter. Death still has a way of sweeping the rug out from under you every time.

When do parents realize that, after a while, we start analyzing them, too?

Humans are not my thing. Have never been my thing, will probably never be my thing.

I’ve hugged cactus nicer than you.

I’ve always believed love is like water, the way it flows between bodies and souls. You can’t stop the flow of it because one pathway is closed off. It just finds another exit.

Am I alright? No. But once again, I nod. It’s always been better to remain quiet than risk speaking words no one believes.

Chasing revenge only opened up more doors to pain.

The wounds a parent leaves on their child never go away. They only grow with them into adulthood.