Chapter Seventeen
Theo
Alone. Violent, without the will to move.
What was the point to any of this? Souls, order, routine, all of it. Useless. Stephanie was still gone.
Learning more about her made this so much worse. Every picture, every amusing or sad story from friends and family, the heartfelt speeches, my own memories . . . I was forced to mourn her past and the future we'd never have.
I tried to overcome. To push through. To stay calm through the persistent pain. But the sight of her being lowered—
The third glass today shattered in my grip, and I pitched the shards at the wall.
The worst was that, by all accounts, she would have been a wonderfully loving and nurturing mother. Children were a gift I’d assumed I'd never have. As it turns out, I was right.
She'd been involved w
