Can't Get Enough (Skyland, #3)

by Kennedy Ryan

Her best friend. Her husband. All gone. One of the hardest parts of aging is being the one “still standing” when everyone else has found their peace lying down.

I was maybe twelve years old when we first watched Sister Act 2 and listened to Lauryn Hill sing “His Eye Is on the Sparrow.” Your grandmother used to sing this to me, Mama had said. It was her favorite hymn.

“Why should I feel discouraged,” I sing softly, pressing a finger to my other ear as my voice runs headlong into the song the DJ is blasting. “Why should the shadows come? Why should my heart feel lonely and long for heaven and home?”

I glance around the room Hendrix and I have commandeered for meetings, which is also apparently some kind of cemetery for sewing machines.

Grief is some bullshit.