My Return to the Walter Boys (My Life with the Walter Boys, #2)

by Ali Novak

Ugh, this was what I hated about small towns. It was so much easier to stay anonymous in the city.

finding comfort in familiarity so far from home was shocking in the best way possible.

That’s what made grief so difficult to overcome; no matter how much effort you put in to moving on, it was always lurking below the surface, ready to pop up at any moment and leave you reeling.

“Stop worrying about grieving wrong. It’s not something you can mess up,” he said, gently knocking his knee against mine. “Healing isn’t a linear process. Some days will be better than others.”

I worked hard for my grades, and it was annoying when others didn’t have to put in the same effort.

But my mom was wrong. Limits exist, and not all dreams come true.