Speed Grieving (The One, #6)

by Allison Ellis

We weren’t supposed to compare our lives, but it was impossible not to compare. We were far too vulnerable and broken to be concerned with evolved human emotions like tact or empathy. Attending the young widows’ support group was the only real way I knew for sure that I wasn’t completely losing my mind.

My sense was that we all seemed to be doing well and falling apart, sometimes in the same sentence.