Letters to the Lost (Letters to the Lost, #1)

by Brigid Kemmerer

When everything goes to hell around you, the only way to go is forward.

Men can be like toddlers, Juliet. Sometimes all they need is something shiny to distract them.

The kitchen falls silent again. My eyes fix on my glass. “Can I tell you one thing?” Melonhead says. I swallow. “Sure.” “One day isn’t your whole life, Murph.” He waits until I look at him. “A day is just a day.”