I wanted to be rid of him," he says. He raises my chin with his thumb. "But not if it meant being rid of you. I climbed in beside you, and you put your head in my lap. You can't think I would have left you like that." "Look what it got you," I say. "Tea in bed and you here in front of me," he says. "It was a terrible decision, and I confess I'd make it again.

There's a world out there that nobody has bothered to promise her.

I always knew I was an excellent liar; I just didn't know that I had it in me to fool myself.

Things will get worse before they get better.

It was my fifth grade teacher who introduced the idea that writing could be more than a hobby for me.

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 want to make the world into something better so that he can be okay.