This one took a little while to get into, mostly because it felt like a rehash of The House in the Cerulean Sea. Grumpy queer man. Found family. Etc. And then I found myself crying A LOT while reading the last 100 pages or so. Grief is weird. And when it hits you, it hits you. This was a beautiful story that, though imperfect, felt like a cathartic hug.