Every promise that turned into a knife. Every hand you trusted that left a scar. Everyone who called it love and made it hurt. Every prayer you ever sent up that came back as nothing but your own voice in an empty room. That's the record. All of it.
So don't dress it up. The only question left is whether a higher power is worth one more minute you won't get back - or whether hope was always just the bait on the last hook you hadn't bitten yet. Worth it, or worthless. Answer honestly; no one else is going to.
This book isn't reaching for your hand - you know where that ends. It won't ask you to believe, or hope, or trust a thing. It puts a thing on the table, cold, and walks off. What you do with it is nobody's problem, not even yours.
