When I was raped I lost my virginity and almost lost my life. I also discarded certain assumptions I had held about how the world worked and about how safe I was.
He would find his Susie,inside his young son. Give that love to the living.
Life is a perpetual yesterday for us.
What did dead mean, Ray wondered. It meant lost, it meant frozen, it meant gone.
How to Commit the Perfect Murder" was an old game in heaven. I always chose the icicle: the weapon melts away.
I watched my beautiful sister running . . . and I knew she was not running away from me or toward me. Like someone who has survived a gut-shot, the wound had been closing, closing - braiding into a scar for eight long years.