Time was our very first king. We all live our lives to the aggressive ticking of the clock. We don't question that our lives are a grid of seconds; even our pulses oblige. No succeeding king can hope to hold this kind of power.

In the distance I see a lighthouse. The light washes over us and continues on its rotation. This time, I don't know where the light will guide us.

Someday I'll tell you all of it," I say. "I'd like that," he says. "No," I say. "I promise you won't.

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.

Set fire to the broken pieces; start anew.

Hope, that risky, illustrious thing. It should have gone extinct by now, but we keep it alive.

My sisters were in that van.