The gray space of grief is not the moment they died.
Not the funeral.
Not the texts or casseroles dropped at your door.
It's everything after.
The part no one warns you about.
Where the world keeps moving, but you're suspended.
Not fully in the past, present, or future.
Lost. Broken. Altered.
Like a radio slightly out of tune.
The Gray Space of Grief is a raw, lyrical journey through mourning, not in the polished clich s, but in the jagged truth of what comes next. Through fragments and floods, silence and stillness, Ivy traces the year after Leo's sudden death: anger spilling in public, bargaining through impossible "if onlys," collapsing in the aisles of Tesco, clawing toward fragile laughter, and finally planting seeds of acceptance in the garden of her survival.
This novel is not about "moving on."
It's about carrying love through the silence.
It's about finding breath when you thought there was none left.
It's about discovering that the gray space - though heavy, blurred, endless - can hold light too.
For anyone who has lost, who has loved, who has stood still while the world kept spinning - this book will meet you there.