The Fall of Bradley Reed (Seasons of Revenge, #3)

by Morgan Elizabeth

The same way I don’t deserve being left by Bradley, they don’t deserve to have to worry about me.

It might just be the eye of the storm, a bit of peace before the tail end hits even harder, but for this small moment in time, I’m . . . okay.

I’ve cried for the realization that nothing in my life is mine.

Slowly, I’m creeping into the anger stage of grief, and I think I want to stew there for a good, long time. Self-care and all.

It’s time to stop giving people slack at the expense of yourself.

don’t have time for a crisis of any kind.