He gathers me up and I'm weightless before he sets me on the railing. He's the only thing keeping me from falling back, out of the reach of daylight. I'm not afraid of falling. I don't fear the sky beyond the train tracks like I did before. I can go anywhere just so long as it's with him.

The sullen boy sitting before me is not my husband, and the girl he is fretting over isn't me, will never be me.

Maybe what frightens us about the edge isn't our fear of morality, but the thoughts it leads us to have.

Real’ is a dirty word in this place.

I can hear my brother's voice in my head. Your problem is that you're too emotional. But how can I not be emotional, Rowan? How can I not care?

I wonder if she has figured out that I'll never love Linden, especially not in the way she does, and that he'll never love anyone the way he loves her. I wonder if she realizes, despite all her efforts to train me, that I can never take her place.

Home?' I say. It's a word that can mean anywhere and nowhere.