I wanted to destroy everything beautiful I'd never have.

No, Miss Wright didn't want to meet her kid. To her, that relationship was just as important, just as ideal and impossible as it would be to the child. She'd expect that young man to be perfect, smart, and talented, everything to compensate for all the mistakes that she'd made. The whole wasted, unhappy mess of her life.

I am Jack's smirking revenge.

Where would Jesus be if no one had written the gospels?

And if I do fall asleep, Marla has to keep track of Tyler. Where he goes. What he does. So maybe during the day, I can rush around and undo the damage.

If the living are haunted by the dead, then the dead are haunted by their own mistakes.

Everything is still falling apart.