By the Light of Dead Stars (Beyond the Lost Coast, #1)

by Andrew Van Wey

Even now, he still felt like he was pretending to be an adult. Had everyone learned a few lessons he’d somehow missed?

But maybe that’s all adults really were, just big kids with more responsibility and a lot of practice covering it up.

Because maybe that’s how grief worked, she supposed. Maybe grief was a thing that lived and grew and took form on its own. Maybe it followed its own rhythm and tempo.

“I believe you, too,” was the kindest of lies.

Getting lost in another Adam Nevill book on her Kindle.

Hell yeah