These were the lovely bones that had grown around my absence: the connections-sometimes tenuous, sometimes made at great cost, but often magnificent-that happened after I was gone. And I began to see things in a way that let me hold the world without me in it. The events that my death wrought were merely the bones of a body that would become whole at some unpredictable time in the future. The price of what I came to see as this miraculous body had been my life.

I wish you all a long and happy life

A father's suspicion...' she began. Is as powerful as a mother's intuition.' ~pg 87, Ruana Singh and Jack Salmon

Murderers are not monsters, they're men. And that's the most frightening thing about them.

The shadow of years was not as big on his small body. He knew I was away . But when people left they always came back.

I forgive you," I said. I said what I had to. I would die by pieces to save myself from real death.

How could it be that you could love someone so much and keep it secret from yourself as you woke daily so far from home?