Legendborn (Legendborn, #1)

by Tracy Deonn

They are past-tensing my heart—my whole beating, bleeding, torn heart—right in front of me. It is a violation.

Some truths only tragedy can teach. The first one I learned is that when people acknowledge your pain, they want your pain to acknowledge them back. They need to witness it in real time, or else you’re not doing your part.

“Sorry for your loss.” Damn. And with the words I most despise, Evan hits bingo. People lose things when they have a mental lapse. Then they find that thing again from the lost place. But my mother isn’t lost. She’s gone.

Our grief is for the same person, but our grief is not the same.