Page 84 of Where Demons Hide

I hope he’s just like his father.

I’ll never understand God’s Plan. I stopped trying a long time ago.

Is Callisto my soul mate? Absolutely.

Would I change things if I could? Not a chance.

Were Reid and I just a means to an end? I don’t believe that.

Reid Landry was my first love and a piece of my heart will always belong to him. His death, though tragic and brutal, was the fire that molded a clueless, sheltered young girl into a strong, independent woman. A woman capable of loving a strong, confident man.

Sometimes I lie in bed, curled up against his warm body, and I think maybe we do have guardian angels. Maybe Callisto’s mother did send me to the store that night.

I used to think grief was about being sad. It was something that followed you around, forcing you to fight your way through it in order to reach the other side—the non-grief side. But I’m learning there is no other side. There is only finding peace with the side you’ve been forced to live on. Grief isn’t a stepping-stone or a task to be completed. It’s just something you endure.

I will endure what’s been handed to me. I will embrace it. And even though there will be days when I have to remind Callisto that I love him and probably always have, days where I find myself looking over my shoulder when I hear a car door slam, and days when I feel like I’ve been given much more than I deserve, I am thankful for the grief. Because it gave me new sight. It helped me… find me.

THE END.

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