"I don't want to feel it," Mackenzie says with a breathless, unhappy groan. She presses herself closer to Stacia, desperate for comfort. Desperate to feel anything that isn't the awful soul-crushing grief and pain that seems to tug harder and harder at her with every passing day. She does a decent job hiding it behind her anger, but it seems more difficult each morning.

"I don't want to feel this. I don't want to feel anything anymore, Stacia."