Grief is like sinking, like being buried.

I’m sorry,” he repeats again, too low for Raven and Tack to hear. “I’m sorry for everything.

He was still in love with you, anyway.

We're killers, all of us: We kill our lives, our past selves, the things that mattered. We bury them under slogans and excuses.

A good friend keeps your secrets for you. A best friend helps you keep your own secrets.

They’d already taken her from me once. I didn’t want to lose her again.

I’m with Julian,” I say at last. This, after all, is what I have chosen.