I should have realized, when Cathal kissed me in the hallway, that my response was the first raindrop heralding a storm.
This had been real: real in its flaws and uncertainties, real in its small triumphs, real in its compromises and understanding.
Trust can be a hard lesson; hope still more difficult.
My world was changing, and I was not ready for it.
You may be your own best helper, if you choose the right path.
She seemed fragile like a moonflower – destined to bloom for a single lovely night, and then to fade and fall.