One Last Rainy Day by Kate Stewart

I am so gutted. Wring me out. Absolutely shattered.

This story is in no way complete until you get through One Last Rainy Day. There is so much story left to tell, so much perspective left to gain, and so many pieces I didn’t even realize were missing until I held them in my hands.

I always felt like Cecilia’s actions in book one were a little too extreme or over the top. Like girl, get a grip. But now? After seeing book one and two through this lens, through this perspective, it all makes sense. I get it now in a way I never could have without this book. Every outburst, every heartbreak, every wild decision she made feels inevitable, because now I see the cracks under her feet that were always going to give way.

The most gut-wrenching thing about this novella isn’t even the pain you already know is coming. It's the falling. Falling in love well after you already know the end. Falling in love with someone who's already slipped from your grasp. I fell in love... I simply fell too late. And if that isn’t the single most heartbreaking thing to experience, I don’t know what is.

If you stop before reading this novella, you are doing yourself and this story a disservice. Full stop.

Now, I will say, the novella itself could have been a little tighter. Not that there were any unnecessary scenes, but every paragraph carried at least one or two extra sentences that restated what we already felt. I get it, the emotions are big and they deserve space, but the repetition added to the series fatigue a bit. Especially since we are retracing steps we already took, just with new eyes.

But even with that, I love it. Through and through. I am fully committed. I am dying to see the next two novellas released, and I have bought them in physical editions to add to my heartbreak horde. This series set up camp in my chest and I’m just going to let it live there rent-free forever.

My rainy days are forever yours Dom.