I'd mourned before.
Mourned each I took on a new identity and buried the last, mourned when Grant got sentenced life in prison. And I'd truly mourned when my dad was killed.
I rarely thought of that girl now, the one who cried and screamed and slapped Larry when he told her to calm down. I'd been wild, delirious and hopeless. A terrifying combination.
Mourning now was similar and yet nothing like that. Hopelessness surrounded me like a warm heavy blanket but the wildness had been whipped out of me like a broken stallion.
I'd spent the last three days sleeping until the nightmares jerked me awake and then as raging fiery cruel tears dripped down my cheeks I'd lock out those feelings of loss until I could sleep again.
Roman shook my arm to wake me up and half asleep, I bit back an insul
