At this point I don’t really care how we met. I only care that we met.
Sometimes an unexpected wave comes along, sucks you up and refuses to spit you back out.
Don’t think for a second that my issues are because of anything you do or don’t do.
In fact, I kind of have the urge to fall asleep right now,” Miles says. He lifts his eyes to meet mine. “Right here at the table.
Miscarriages were just as easy to fake as pregnancies.
And every time you look in the mirror, you don’t have the right to hate what you see. because you survived when a lot of people don’t get that lucky.
You have no idea how difficult it was trying to listen to a single word you said today when all I could think about was how soft they are. How incredible they taste. How perfect they fit between mine.
Any parent in his position would have done the same. Should have done the same.
Thanks for buying me dinner,” she says when we reach her front door. “You didn’t really give me a choice. You left your house without a penny and then you shoved the bill in my face.
I’m here to discuss the first thing my baby ever stole from me. Jeremy.
I don’t care if you drink my juice, Tate.
I don’t expect that, Fallon. But I do pray for it. Every night, down on my knees, to any God who will listen.
Because I’d give anything for him to look at me the way he looked at me when he thought I was Honor.
Just because he chose not to show you his scars doesn’t mean they don’t exist.
You know, you can tell a lot about a person by their taste in music.
This week proved to me that sometimes the storm doesn’t settle. Sometimes the damage is too catastrophic to be repaired.
And do whatever I can do to shield her from the unfairness of this evil, goddamned world.
A crash. Books fall to the speckled linoleum floor. They skid a few feet, whirling in circles, and stop near feet. My feet. I don’t recognize the black sandals, or the red toenails, but they move when I tell them to, so they must be mine. Right?
It’s easy to confuse feelings and emotions for something they aren’t, especially when eye contact is involved. I.
I was hoping to feel something when I saw her. She was my incubating uterus and birthday party thrower for the last seventeen years. I half expected a rush of warmth or memories, some familiarity. I flinch away from the stranger in front of me.