The Things We Leave Unfinished

by Rebecca Yarros

I see the way he looks at her, like she’s the reason the seasons change and the sun rises until they’re a hundred and one years old.”

Swoon*

Jameson glanced at the blank space where the picture had been. Scarlett. The love of his life. His reason for existence. For Scarlett, he would survive, no matter what lay beneath the clouds. He’d make it through for them—Scarlett and William. He braced. “Howard, tell Scarlett I love her.”

*cries hysterically*