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

by Brigid Kemmerer

I feel like a bad friend, but I can’t help it. I can’t force what I’m feeling to fit between chapters two and six in some handbook dealing with the death of a loved one.

I can’t reconcile the doting father with the absent one.

Sometimes I wish I had died in that car with Kerry. I think it would have been easier on my mother. She had a chance for a new start, but I was still around, getting in the way.

“But I’m not like that,” I whisper. “Maybe not yet. But you will find your own way to make an impact.”