and another claimed it was inherited through a parent who was a carrier of the defective gene. I had always assumed the latter was the case with Claire. After all, surely a child who grew out of grief would be born with a heavy heart.

If you've lived through it, you already know there are no words that will ever come close to describing it, and if you didn't - you will never understand.

Maybe the reason I've never died in this story is that I've never had something worth dying for before.

Traveling is all very well and good as long as you knew there is a place or person you can call home

You can widen the feet of a compass, but they are still attached at the top; you can spin them away from each other, but you always wind up where you started.

She understood what it was like to stand right in front of people you loved, even though they could not see you.

Add love, and all the lines between right and wrong were bound to disappear.