We're all unique, just never in the ways we imagine.
Doors lead to things and I've never met one I haven't wanted to open.
But everyone's an expert with the virtue of hindsight . . . .
To abandon a child, she had once said to someone, when she thought Cassandra couldn't hear, was an act so cold, so careless, it refused forgiveness.
What could be more perfect than marrying the person you love.
... for home is a magnet that lures back even its most abstracted children.