It's drugs, isn't it"? Tara was so innocent. She got pulled into that glamorous lifestyle with all her rich friends...all that cocaine dust floating around, she probably inhaled some by accident, and then -' 'There's no such thing as secondhand cocaine snorting, Mom.

It was often in small moments that significant things were revealed.

It was a confirmation of a connection that already existed. And it was a bond that extended far beyond the borders of a shared living space. We would have stayed together even without a marriage certificate . . . but I believed in the permanence it represented. It was a piece of paper you could build a life on.

Hell was waking up alone, the sheets wet with your tears and your seed, knowing the woman you had dreamed of would never come back to you.

You know what it is you smell on him, Haven? Testosterone. It's leaking out of his pores.

Dear Lord,” she said in a strangled whisper. “I can bear it for a while...but please don't let it hurt forever.

If you have to tell someone they call the shots, they're not really calling the shots.