Kacie

I throw my head back and cry. The metallic taste of Jake’s blood drips into my mouth. Everything wrong is right and everything right is wrong. I don’t know up from down and down from up. The one thing I know to be true is that Jake is dead. He’s gone and he’s not coming back. My soul mourns, my heart breaks, and my mind denies it. But there’s no denying what I see in front of me.

I feel it in my soul, in my belly, and I wonder how I’ll be able to keep going without him. We had ...