I left my mark on that man.
Nothing is ever certain.
He had been my almost. My might-have-been. I was afraid of what I wanted most - His kiss. Still, I collected kiss stories. -Susie Salmon
What did dead mean, Ray wondered. It meant lost, it meant frozen, it meant gone.
There was one thing my murderer didn't understand; he didn't understand how much a father could love his child.
No one on the street thought anything of the downtown girl dressed in black who had paused in the middle of midtown foot traffic. In her art student camouflage she could walk the entire length of Manhattan and, if not blend in, be classified and therefore ignored.