I reach out and grab her wrist. It feels impossibly tiny in my hand, like this one time I found a baby bird near goose Point, and I picked it up and it died there, taking its final gasping fluttering breaths in my palm.
Lauren OliverI close my eyes. An image flashesโemerging from the van with Julian after our escape from New York City; believing, in that moment, that we had escaped the worst, that life would begin again for us. Instead life has only grown harder.
Lauren OliverAnd we did, and it wasnโt bad. We ate the whole stupid can, we were so hungry. And when it started to get dark you pointed to the sky, and told me there was a star for every thing you loved about me.โ Iโm gasping, feeling as though I am about to drown; Iโm reaching for him blindly, grabbing at his collar.
Lauren Oliver