She shrugged. "You can be happy for someone else's good fortune, but that doesn't mean you forget your own bad luck.

I have never understood why it is called losing a child. No parent is that careless. We all know exactly where our sons and daughters are; we just don't necessarily want them to be there

Lately, I have been having nightmares, where I'm cut into so many pieces that there isn't enough of me to be put back together.

There's a problem with wounded birds, Cassie," Connor said. "Either they fly away from you one day, or else they never get better. They stay hurt no matter what you do.

I know you love me. The question is, how much?

Torn between fear and something that resembled love, she wrestled with questions she never dreamed she would face: How could she leave? Then again, how could she stay?

I don't think we get a choice in who we fall for," Ian whispers. "I think we just do.