Warcross (Warcross, #1)

by Marie Lu

Death has a terrible habit of cutting straight through every careful line you’ve drawn between your present and your future. The

Every locked door has a key. Every problem has a solution.

is hard to describe loss to someone who has never experienced it, impossible to explain all the ways it changes you. But for those who have, not a single word is needed.

When you refuse to ask for help, it tells others that they also shouldn’t ask for help from you. That you look down on them for needing your help. That you like feeling superior to them. It’s an insult, Emi, to your friends and peers. So don’t be like that. Let us in.”