When we died, no one would know, and that fraction of a moment that was so important to who we were would be gone.

All I knew was, even if she wasn't mine, I wanted to leave her with a smile.

I felt the little beads of sweat pooling on my temple. Sit here and look nice...I could do that. But answer questions? I knew I wasn't going to win this little game; that wasn't the issue. I just really, really didn't want to look like a moron in front of the entire country.

Bravery hides in amazing places.

If this were a simpler matter, I'd have eliminated everyone else by now.

Could it be that simple? Tell one story to one generation and repeat it until it was accepted as fact?

There are some things you don't learn about yourself until you let someone else into the most intimate places of your heart.