Isen wasn't a two birds with one stone kind of guy. More like one stone, two birds, a rabbit, a fox, and maybe that deer will trip over the fox and we can get him, too.
But not all scars showed, did they?
Surely a woman who picked a spot so close to the ocean didn't automatically hide from the rain.
What?" She drew herself up, stern as a cat presented with the wrong food for dinner.
Who wants to feel everything everyone else feels all the time?
Regrets are the most useless form of guilt. They always arrive too late to do any good.