Restitution (The Edge of Darkness, #3)

by Leigh Rivers

pending panic attack clawing at my insides. I can’t control them. The frequency. The intensity. Sometimes I’ll be sitting doing nothing and I’m hit with a wave of worry about something that shouldn’t even concern me. It’s fucking annoying.

“You make me feel alive, Stacey. I’ve been dead for such a long fucking time.”

“So beautiful, even when you cry, my Freckles. You’re amazing, do you know that? I was lucky to have you for even a short space of time. There aren’t any threats left. No Chris, no Bernadette. You can dance and sing and live.”