It's a strange thing, to be talked about instead of talked to.

I hear laughter and someone asks if I need help, not in a nice way. I snarl, "What I need is for your mother to have thought a little harder nine months before your birthday.

Sam: For once in my life, I was here and nowhere else.

when we're married, can we go to the ocean? I've never been

This time, it was more of a thought than a feeling, a soft heat that began at her mouth and unfurled through the rest of her.

I hated this. I hated knowing what I wanted and knowing what was right and knowing they weren't the same thing.

Sam did smile then, and said softly, "Hey Angel.