Wrecked Palace (Wrecked, #3)

by Catherine Cowles

Caelyn’s words were a physical pain, similar to when frozen fingers first begin to regain feeling.

I cried at everything. Sad tears. Happy tears. Overwhelmed tears. Angry tears. It was as if whenever I had an emotional overload—which was often—the release valve was my eyeballs.

I’d tried hard to instill the belief in my siblings that no feeling was bad or wrong. And neither was expressing those feelings, as long as you weren’t hurting someone else.

My parents and sister weren’t perfect, but they were good, kind, generous people. Why did we lose them when this endless list of cruel and violent criminals went on to live long and happy lives?

Caelyn walked me through her process and as she did, that picture of my dad became a little clearer. The image of his hands less blurry. Caelyn was a miracle, giving me back my family without even knowing it.

you can’t take on someone else’s brokenness. That’s theirs to carry.”

Mia snuggled into my chest. “I’m sorry you lost your family. But you’re in our family now. That’s what the rainbow bracelet means.”

“Love is the most terrifying jump you’ll ever make. But I promise you, it’s worth it.”

a part of me loved you from the first moment I saw you. Some part of me recognized that you were the one person who could understand me. Who could help me find my way back.”

There was an undeniable sense of completeness. Not that I wasn’t whole on my own, but that somehow with Griffin, I was so much more.

“You have no idea the joy you give me. You made this wrecked palace a home.”