some things are better off back in the past. Where they belong.
That's the problem with the truth," Darcy said. "Liars and honest men both claim to have it.
Evan Price is not a man to be questioned. He is a man who will question you.
I am about to die. It is September 11, and every cell in my body is acutely aware of my looming demise. The certainty of it. The inevitability. Not years from now, not weeks nor days. Moments.
My life is too tight, he wanted to say. My skin is too tight. The walls are too tight.
It turned out that some crooked things looked even worse when straightened. Some tangled knots only made sense once unraveled.