Man, that ending wrecked me. Callum’s execution is just... brutal. The way Sephy holds onto his letters, the way she names their daughter after him—it’s all so painfully beautiful. The story doesn’t
shy away from showing how love isn’t enough to overcome systemic oppression, but it also doesn’t let that oppression erase the impact of their relationship. Callie Rose becomes this living testament to what they shared, and it’s impossible not to root for her as she grows up in the sequels.
What I love is how the ending mirrors real-world struggles. It’s not a fantasy where love conquers all; it’s raw and unfair, just like life. Sephy’s grief isn’t
romanticized, either. She’s angry, broken, but still standing. And that’s the point, I think—showing how people persist even when the world tries to
crush them. The last few pages had me in tears, but also weirdly inspired? Like, yeah, the fight’s not over, but neither are we.