The Honeys

by Ryan La Sala

Death isn’t the end of a life, but the division of it. When someone dies, their soul scatters into all the things they’ve ever given away. Love. Bruises. Gifts. You struggle to piece together what’s left—even the things that hurt—just to feel haunted.

there’s nothing evil about doing what you’ve got to do to survive.”

“Love has a weight,” Bria whispers. “And so does loss. Sometimes it can all be so heavy.