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

Forget who you are and what you think is there, and you'll discover things that don't exist to be known.

Even the human race can't claim to be natural anymore. We are fake, dying things. How fitting that I would end up in this sham of a marriage.

Love unrequited is violent. He loves you so much that he's turned it into hate.

and I've always known it, the way I love a song I hear for the first time, even before I know all the words, the way I love my favorite color, and the way that the train would speed past my bedroom when it was very quiet and I'd feel it in my stomach rushing through me. I love you in a way that I've never felt needed to be said.

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.

None of the wives mention the security guards by the door, who will probably tackle us to the ground if we try to leave without our husbands.