In the distance I see a lighthouse. The light washes over us and continues on its rotation. This time, I don't know where the light will guide us.

But instead of tears, when I press my face against the pillow, a horrible, primal scream comes out of me. It's unlike anything I thought myself capable of. Rage, unlike anything I've ever known.

She would do anything, anything to belong to his son after a lifetime of belonging to no one at all.

I think, in this strange world of beautiful things, there may be some humanity after all.

I've done it all before, I tell myself, and I can do it again. Trust is the strongest weapon.

It's best to let her go," he says. No, no, that's wrong. It's never right to give up on someone.

The thing about hope is that it doesn't go away even when it serves no purpose.