The months fall to shards at my feet.

When we were first married, I thought he must have been the most heartless, hateful man I'd ever known, but he was just as much a prisonor as I was. Where Vaughn imprisoned me with walls, he imprisoned his son with ignorance.

But there’s no such thing as free. There are only different and more horrible ways to be enslaved.

Gabriel's voice can reach me anywhere. Even in a hurricane.

A strange thing, words. Once they're said, it's hard to imagine they're untrue.

Life is much different from the days when there were lilies in my mother’s garden, and all my secrets fit into a paper cup.

No matter how lonely it makes me, and no matter how wide and horrific the loneliness, at least I remember who I am.