Between Despair and Hope (The Divine Between, #2)

by Jess Wisecup

you aren’t only a mother. Your identity isn’t your daughter. It isn’t your dead sister. Hell, your identity isn’t the Beloved either. You are a woman who did her best in an impossible situation, and just because you stole some happiness for yourself does not mean you are a bad mother.”

I need you more than I’ve ever needed anyone. Staying away from you has been—“ He shook his head. “A fish without water. The tides without the moon. A flower without the gods

damn sun. You are my heart and soul. You are the reason I draw breath.

There was something to be said about feeling like a caretaker of someone else’s happiness; it could make you forget about your own.