It's the intent, not the word, that makes something harsh.

Janie calls Cabel. "Hi, uh, Mom," she says. Cabel snorts. "Hello, dear. Did you make it through the blizzard?" "Yeah. Barely." Janie grins into the phone.

The thought of being with Shay Wilder makes me want to gouge my eyes out with a butter knife

I highly regret this day in advance.

If you believe you can read you can

Janie blinks and leans against the wall, just in case. But it's no one's dream. It's just the end of some things. And the beginning of others.

And then they kiss. Slowly, gently. Because with the right person, sometimes kissing feels like healing.