There is warmth shooting through my broken body where there should be pain, and I put my arms around the back of his neck and I hold on to him. I hold on because you never know in this place when something good will be taken away.

Set fire to the broken pieces; start anew.

I miss something I never even had.

Before I can process what’s happening, Deirdre has opened her hands and Linden has taken the ring from her and slipped it onto my finger. “Rhine Ashby,” he says. “My wife.

It was a terrible decision, and I confess I'd make it again.

Maybe it is desperation. Maybe we can't let things fall apart without trying. We can't let go of the people we love.

Momentum,' She repeats. 'You can't just stand there if you want something to fly. You have to run.