City of Ghosts (Cassidy Blake, #1)

by Victoria Schwab

The living may take strength from love and hope, but the dead grow strong on darker things. On pain and anger and regret.

But when you take a photograph, things stay still. The way that they were, is the way that they are, is the way that they will always be.

Sometimes help is a place and sometimes it’s a person, and sometimes it’s a bit of both.