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Without the pain, I have nothing.

I am nothing.

The thought flashes in my mind, and I can’t quite shake the chill of the calmness it provides.

I’ve lost Grace.

I have no purpose.

No future.

What’s the point?

Chapter 56

Grace

He’smissing.

Luca told me he didn’t return to the packhouse last night after coming to see me, and he hasn’t been to the treehouse. I know because I waited all night.

After finding Marcus bleeding in the parking lot, I came straight here, hoping to find him.

Hoping to get through to him.

The storm pounds water down all night as if the world is crying along with us at the circumstances The Fates created.

Part of me wants to turn my back on my belief in them, knowing the mess they’ve caused, the life they’ve ruined. Curse them for hurting the person I care about most.

The other part knows that I don’t have the big picture, and I can’t see the future or paths they’ve placed us on.

Maybe this is all for a reason?

How?

How can destroying our bond be what’s best for anyone?

How can taking me and his best friend away possibly be the best option?

I hate myself for doubting my faith. I’d questioned The Fates like this before when we left Alabama. I yelled, screamed, and cried for days. The move was ‘the worst thing that could happen to me,’ at least that’s what I’d told myself.

But it wasn’t.

It brought me Deacon.

They had a plan.

Then my mom left, and again I was unsure.

The move broke my dad, and my broken dad caused my mom to leave. I returned to the thought that we would still be a family if we could have stayed in Alabama. My dad would have his light back, and my mom would be here to tell me what to do.

But I wouldn’t have Deacon. He never would have held me while I cried over losing her, he never would have kissed those tears away, and we never would have fallen in love.

So, I justified it again.

I lost my mom, but The Fates gave me love, a life partner, a future.

Now, all of that is shattered.

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