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.

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.

The trick was looking past the illusion, because the exit was never as far away as it seemed.

There's a sort of dead passion in him. A spark that, had he more years to live, would be a wildfire.

I wish I had a memory of that first violent shove, the shock of cold air, the sting of oxygen into new lungs. Everyone should remember being born. It doesn't seem fair that we only remember dying.

Her mind is a bird that's trapped inside her skull, flapping and thrashing, never breaking free.

He sits next to me, careful to avoid my hair that's splayed out around my head like blood. A bullet to the forehead, boom, blond waves everywhere.