These Godly Lies (Peaches & Honey #2)

by R. Raeta

Grief is a strange thing. Some moments it’s a weight on her chest, a pressure behind her eyes and glass in her throat. Then, when the tears slow and her breath no longer feels like it’s being torn from her lungs, everything starts to feel less. Numb. It’s the difference between fighting against the current and letting the river sweep her away. Struggle and surrender.

It’s not enough to breathe and eat and sleep. It’s not enough to be alive. Not for him. Not anymore.