I forgive you," I said. I said what I had to. I would die by pieces to save myself from real death.
Last night it had been my father who had finally said it: "She’s never coming home." A clear and easy piece of truth that everyone who had ever known me had accepted. But he needed to say it, and she needed to hear him say it.
And my sister, my Lindsey, left me in her memories, where I was meant to be.
Poison and medicine are often the same thing, given in different proportions
Hey, Ocean Eyes,” my father said. “Where’d you go on us?
He would find his Susie,inside his young son. Give that love to the living.