It's a good thing Kerry's dead, because that funeral would've sent him over the edge," Henry said.

Obey the muse, Liz said. She's a fickle mistress.

Suddenly, it's all too much. Bryn and the bump watch. Vanessa with my high school yearbook. The idea that nothing's sacred. Everything's fodder. That my life belongs to anyone but me.

He can't possibly live up to the person you've built him to be

I am adrenaline slammed into inertia: a fast car stuck in traffic.

I recognized that the kiss was a door I had walked through.

Closure. I loathe that word.