She felt like parts of her soul were missing, had left her body long ago. It had happened not in Greece three months ago, but long before that. It was in Greece that she'd realized those parts had left her and were not coming back.

She wondered if maybe tragedy was what it took to make your heart capable of admitting a new member.

She was still waiting for him to come back to her, even though he wasn't going to. She was still holding out for something that wasn't going to happen. She was good at waiting. That seemed like a sad thing to be good at.

She remembered me.' This was his worst weakness, his most toxic drug.

Someday when you're twenty, maybe, I'll see you again. You'll be this hot soccer star at some great school, with a million guys more interesting than I am chasing you down. And you know what? I'll see you and I'll pray you want me still.

I allowed myself to suffer how jarringly destructive the present feels and how fragile the past.

Every life I start with her, my original sin. I know myself through her.