Everlasting Promises (Everlasting #2)

Prologue

PROLOGUE

HOPE

Grief.

The dictionary says it’s a noun, but I beg to differ.

How can something that takes over your entire existence be a noun, not a verb?

It grows from nothing at an exponential rate in mere seconds. It’s a living entity that molds and changes who you are at your very core, affecting you physically, mentally, spiritually, and emotionally.

The very definition says it’s deep and poignant distress caused by, or as if by, bereavement . But it’s more like an insidious disease that seeps through your mind and body, stealing your hopes … your dreams. Your future.

It steals the very essence of who you are.

It steals your life.

It steals your soul.

It irrevocably changes the very fabric of your being.