War (The Four Horsemen, #2)

by Laura Thalassa

Loss is a wound that never heals. Never never never. It scabs over, and for a time you can almost forget it’s there, but then something—a smell, a sound, a memory—will split that wound right open, and you’ll be reminded again that you’re not whole. That you’ll never fully be whole again.

The accuracy of these words. Felt like they were plucked right from my therapists mouth.