The Things We Leave Unfinished

by Rebecca Yarros

Jameson had been gone more than a month, and though he wrote twice a week, she missed him with a ferocity that escaped words. Every part of her ached when she thought about him. Logically, she’d made the right choice. But life was so … uncertain, and there were parts of herself that cursed logic and demanded she get on a train.

Curiosity sparkled in those crystal blue eyes. I could have written an entire novel dedicated to them.

“Without the potential for disaster, would we ever really know what we have?”