Exodus (The Ravenhood #2)

by Kate Stewart

I’m a drifter in my own life, living only for memories, for my dreams, reveling in the endless hurt, the ache of missing them, teetering on the edge of forgetting myself all over again.

Your mother is a selfish narcissist, your father dodged his responsibilities, you feel that my brothers used you and abandoned you, and you’re putting on a brave front all the while you’re fucking dying inside.”

Might as well enjoy hell together.

In visions of the dark night I have dreamed of joy departed— But a waking dream of life and light Hath left me broken-hearted. —“A Dream,” Edgar Allen Poe

Time doesn’t fly—at least it hasn’t for me. It ebbs and flows between the parts I want to remember and the minutes I would give anything to forget.

I can get swept-up between the parts I romanticized and the brutal reality of what transpired.