I don't know whether these feelings - this thing growing inside of me - is something horrible and sick or the best thing that's ever happened to me. Either way, I can't stop it. I've lost control. And the truly sick thing is that despite everything, I'm glad.
No one had ever told her this basic fact: not everyone got to be loved.
The past is nothing but a weight. It will build inside of you like a stone.
anything, anything is possible, if you can just see the sky.
There are some losses we never get over.
I screamed until my voice dried up in my throat. We all did. All of us in Ward Six, all of us forgotten, left to rot.