Sometimes you can see things happen right in front of your eyes and still jump to the wrong conclusions.

It was a catch-22: If you didn’t put the trauma behind you, you couldn’t move on. But if you did put the trauma behind you, you willingly gave up your claim to the person you were before it happened.

Unlike Elise, who could discover parts of a person they didn't even know were absent, you specialized in tangible, but that, I feared, was only a matter of time.

I have the most devoted and loyal following. I could probably type up my grocery list and they'd all want to read it. I love that they're willing to let me go wherever I need to go as an author, and they're happy to come along for the ride as the reader.

Things that break - be they bones, hearts, or promises - can be put back together but will never really be whole.

Like a missing tooth, sometimes an absence is more noticeable than a presence.

It feels like a punch. Tears fill my eyes, and I wonder how I could be upset over losing something I never had.