Prologue

Dear Gran,

I'm no stranger to death, but that doesn't mean I want to talk about it. I'd rather not think about it at all. Except lately… death keeps knocking on my door. Ten months ago, I messed up, bad. I messed up in ways that if you were here, you would be so disappointed in me. I'm not sure I know how to fix it.

I don't know if it was even real… I was told today that you would never find peace until I found it in myself. I hope that was a lie told to punish me. God knows, I deserved that. But if it's true, I'm going to do better. I saw a glimpse of what true loneliness feels like. Of what lies in store for me if I don't find my own peace, so I'm going to get to work on that. I'm glad to know you're with me, but I look forward to the day you're not.

I love –

"Bella?" a soft voice chimed, putting a pause to the pen scribbling the words on the page, her heart skipping a beat.