Hundreds (Dollar, #3)

by Pepper Winters

teaching me that he didn’t just have a heart—he had an entire galaxy inside him with hidden planets and solar systems and hopes and dreams and regrets.

“We’re worth the weight of what we leave behind. The people we’ve touched. The lives we’ve shared. The knowledge we’ve gathered and traded. Physically, we’re worth the dust our corpses turn into, but spiritually, we’re rich forever.”