Beautiful Devils (Filthy Wicked Psychos, #2)

by Eva Ashwood

“It’s okay to mourn for someone who doesn’t deserve it,” I tell her, settling at the table beside her. “To feel the hole they left in your life. Your mother was a constant, in a way. And now that constant is gone.”

But even still, when he was dead, there was an absence there that I felt. I didn’t miss the man himself, but it was like I was mourning what never was. All the things father never was to me and what he never would be now. His death made it so I would never have a father who loved and took care of me, only one who abused me and broke me.

Maybe death is peaceful, but life is messy and complicated, etched out in jagged lines and shades of gray.