TRIAD: Three separate highways intersect at a place no reasonable person would ever want to go. Three lives that would have been cut short, if not for hasty interventions by loved ones. Or Fate. Three people, with nothing at all in common except age, proximity, and a wish to die. Three tapestries, tattered at the edges and come unwoven to reveal a single mutual thread.

the not-so-bookish librarian was half angel, half she-devil, so sayeth the rumor mill.

I haven't cried since Mom died. I mean, after something like that, what's left to cry about, right? But I let myself cry now. Loss is loss. Doesn't take death to create it. (266)

Anger requires energy, something I don't dare waste on what cannot be altered.

Some people never find love at all, count yourself blessed if it ever happens your way

When i'm with you my blood flows smoothly through

It's just so hard to feel good, you know?" I do know. And more than that, it's just so incredibly hard to feel. (54)