DEPRESSION IS A SOUL-rotting thing.
So, the day after the funeral, I thought if I went to see Krysta, I’d feel better about my own situation. After all, Irvy wasn’t dead. So as long as he was breathing, I had a prayer of finagling a way into his life again.
Krysta’s mom let me in and told me I’d find her daughter up in her room . . . where she was practically living now.
“I hope you can help her, Joleigh. I can’t seem to find the right words.”
As I ran up to knock on her door, a fleeting thought that she and Jace could get together crossed my mind. Of course, that would mean they’d actually have to leave their rooms.
I don’t know if it was a good thing or not but the instant Krysta saw me, she burst into tears. Just dropped on the bed and cried. I sat beside her and held her the same
