She spoke quietly then, the tiniest crack in her voice, and all at once Lacey Pemerton was not Lacey Pemberton. She was just—like, a person.
I fear your faith has been mis- placed—but then, faith usually is.
As a child I was an inveterate liar. As opposed to now, I am a Novelist.
There is always the risk: something is good and good and good and good, then all at once it gets awkward.
It hurt, and that is not a euphemism. It hurt like a beating.
Shouldn't letting go be painless if you've never learned how to hold on?