Highest Bidder (Salacious Players Club, #5)

by Sara Cate

Then again, I haven’t recognized myself in a while.

Of course, death anniversaries will do that to you, though. They’re like evil little reminders dwelling on your calendar, not to be celebrated, but impossible to ignore.

That’s when it all hits. Grief is a ruthless predator, attacking when I’m at my weakest. Cruel, impossible questions cycle through my mind. Why did my mom have to get cancer? Why did she have to die? Why do I have to be alone?

“Life can be very poetic, Daisy. But that doesn’t mean it will always be pretty.”

Life is nothing but a series of days in which you work, grieve, sleep, and eventually die. Alone.