On the lips of my enemy, my sisterโs lover, my loverโs killer, I taste the punishment I deserve. I taste oblivion.
Karen Marie MoningIt's not my fault who I am. The only think that's my fault is what I choose to do
Karen Marie MoningHe doesnโt beat me,โ I said irritably. โIโd kill him if he did.โ โShe would. She has a temper. Stubborn, too. But weโre working on that, arenโt we, Ms. Lane?
Karen Marie MoningDaddy looked at her hard, and right before my eyes, he changed. I watched him inflate again, shake off his own emotions and puff himself up for her. Become her man. Her rock. I smiled. I loved him so much. He'd dragged mom kicking and screaming from grief once before and I knew I could rest easy that he would never let grief steal her from him again. No matter what happened to me.
Karen Marie Moning