Letters to the Lost (Letters to the Lost, #1)

by Brigid Kemmerer

Rev is about as aggressive as an old golden retriever.

Sometimes you get to a point where it hurts too much, and you’ll do anything to get rid of the pain. Even if it means doing something that hurts someone else.

“One day isn’t your whole life, Murph.” He waits until I look at him. “A day is just a day.”

I could talk to you forever.

The scent of cut grass hangs thick in the air, mixed with the scent of Juliet, cinnamon and vanilla or something warm.

Her weight against me is both the best thing and the worst thing I’ve ever felt in my life.

My lips brush her temple. I would hold her in this cemetery forever.

I’d give anything to make her laugh again, especially now.

“You make your own path.”

I thank whatever gods may be for my unconquerable soul.

“You were the first person to see all of me, Juliet. The first person who made me feel like I was worth more than a reputation and a record. That’s the hardest part of losing Cemetery Girl. I don’t know if anyone will look at me that same way again.”

“You can’t make your own path with your eyes closed,” I tease. “Watch me.” Then he leans in and captures my mouth with his.