He softened his tone. “Casey, you can’t let the grief consume all the good—what you and Kyle gave him, what you all had together. The rest of your life shouldn’t be about how Charlie died. It should be about how he lived.” She drew in the sharpest breath. Is that what she’d been doing? Was she so focused on Charlie’s death she was forgetting how he lived, forgetting all the good? A blinding panic flooded her mind as she considered what her ritual might have cost her
