Where There's a Will (Lost Boys, #1)

by Jessie Walker

There’s only so much time a person’s allowed to grieve before it becomes an inconvenience, I’ve come to learn. Before the clock speeds up, and the world goes on spinning without you, you either pull yourself out in time to catch up, or you get left behind. That’s just the way it goes.

I know what it’s like to live in the aftermath, when the veil of mourning has lifted, and the world around you seems to rush forward. Brighter and louder than ever, while you’re still trapped in the shadow of what you lost. That defining moment where life, as you knew it, shattered. Severing your life into a Before and After.