Reckless (The Powerless Trilogy, #2)

by Lauren Roberts

I don’t remember loving him when he was alive. But now? Does death divulge deep-rooted devotion? I can’t seem to differentiate grief out of love and guilt out of the lack thereof.

“He used to dance for me until I fell asleep,” I whisper against his chest. I feel him nod against my hair. “Then we’ll dance until you’re dreaming of him.”

“Because I’ve survived far worse, Gray.” Her gaze softens. “That doesn’t mean you keep suffering just because you know you can.”

There is such beauty in resilience, in the ability to laugh despite it all.