Red Dirt Heart 3 (Red Dirt Heart #3)

by N.R. Walker

I’d have thought it would be more like the scorching summer sun, blistering and unforgiving. But it wasn’t. Realisation was more like a desert winter. A coldness settled into my bones, making me docile and numb, making my chest heavy and tight. The chill of realisation that crept through me.

“It’s like having one lung removed. I can still live and breathe, but God, it’s not the same. My chest hurts and I have this hollow emptiness that weighs me down. And sometimes I think of him out of the blue and it stops me right where I stand, and I have to catch my breath.”