Only When It's Us (Bergman Brothers, #1)

by Chloe Liese

I’m an experienced middle child. I know how to get away with way worse than this,

Silence is a relief, a break from the constant torture of straining and trying to catch any scrap of discernible noise that I can.

I thought I was past grieving what I lost, but maybe grief isn’t linear. Maybe I can accept what I’ve lost and still mourn it. Maybe I always will.

Life begets death begets life. The only thing we can do is honor the beauty and dependability of that cycle.