Wretched (Never After, #3)

by Emily McIntire

Grief is a weird thing. It’s the only emotion in the world people claim to understand yet treat as an inconvenience. “Time heals all wounds, Evie.” Spare me. Time heals nothing. Just gives things more space to grow and fester and rot.

“Tell me to sit and eat like a good boy, and I swear to fucking god I’ll do it.”