Two for Tea: Welcome to Azathé (Cambric Creek #4)

by C.M. Nascosta

A hateful truth wasn’t any less true.

There were only two times when the voice could not reach her — when she was lost in a book and when she was asleep.

Maybe everyone is miserable all the time, and you’re just the only one who’s shit at hiding it.

Calling her a good girl was the fastest way to drench her panties, and doing so in combination with freeing her from the arduous task of thinking was her personal catnip.

There are some things that transcend what we are, child. We all walk beneath the same moon, and grief is eternal. So yes, I miss her a great deal.”

If grief is eternal, why does it seem like I’m the only one suffering it?

“Grief is the wound love leaves on our heart,”