The Silent Waters (Elements, #3)

by Brittainy C. Cherry

I don’t remember crying the first time I read it, but maybe time changes the way we view stories. Maybe as we grow, life experiences shift the meanings of the books. Maybe I’m not the same person I was those years ago when I read it.

He was tired, so I took on his exhaustion. I told myself I was his rock, therefore I had to hold down the fort for both of us.” I listened to her words, hardly blinking once. “But the thing about rocks is even though they are strong, they aren’t invincible. You can’t allow someone to take a sledgehammer to a stone, without expecting it to begin to crack.

Sometimes the rain was more pleasing than the sun. Sometimes the hurt was more fulfilling than the healing. And sometimes the pieces of a puzzle were more beautiful when scattered apart.