To Snap a Silver Stem (Crystal Bloom, #2)

by Sarah A. Parker

Instead, I drop into a dark, dead place deep inside that’s immune to the pain of my past, present, and future, feeling my face wipe clean of all emotion. Feeling my heart do just the same.

Throat aching, I rub the twine between my fingers and fail to swallow the hurt. Another piece of home ripped from my grasp, like I’m deconstructing piece by piece. What’s going to be left once I’m done falling apart?

“Can’t you just ... fix it?”

“Broken things can’t always be fixed. Unfortunately.”