The old Lena is dead.
If you cross a line and nothing happens, the line loses meaning.
This is pretty much the answer to every problem you encounter in suburbia: plant a tree, and hope you don't see anyone's privates.
That's the easy thing about falling: there is only one choice after that.
Until, one day, she wasn’t.
No guest rooms.” I shake my head resolutely. “I want to be in a room room. A lived-in room.