Into the Still Blue (Under the Never Sky, #3)

by Veronica Rossi

Maybe his grief was like her wounded arm. Slowly healing. Gradually becoming less consuming as life delivered other worries and other joys. Other sources of pain and happiness. She wanted that for him. More life. More happiness.

“We all have the potential to do terrible things, Soren. But we also have the potential to overcome our mistakes. I need to believe that. What point is there otherwise?”

What I was trying to say,” he whispered, “is that I see you in everything. There isn’t a word for you that means enough, because you’re everything to me.”