Chapter 33

• Bree knew her routine for the past couple of days was absurd. She tried to spiral out of it, but it was impossible to control matters of the heart with a rational mind. As much as she thought ‘enough is enough’, her soul was not done yet. She had to keep searching and digging.
• She didn’t even have a chance to grief, despite the sadness that consumed her every move. She was not one for crying, but she knew it wasn’t healthy to bottle all those miserable feelings inside. Yet she didn’t cry. Not once. She tried to, but nothing came out, not even a dry sob.
• It was a constant fight inside her head, pulling her in different directions and tearing her apart. How could she believe he was gone when there was still that slight possibility that he would rise? But after all that time, shouldn’t she give up so the healing process could begin? Brianna felt like the parents of a lost child whose body was never found.