He loves so wholly. It is his nature. He blinks, then tries to find the right response. "I-" he stumbles. "I'm so afraid, June. So afraid of what might happen to-" I put two fingers against his lips to hush him. "Fear makes you stronger," I whisper. Before I can stop myself, I put my hands on his face and press my mouth to his.

We can heal. Perhaps we can return to that same place we once stood, when we were both young and innocent.

Yeah, something was wrong. That was the understatement of the year.

So, when I thought June might take you away, I didn’t know what to do. I felt like she was taking everything that mattered to me. I felt like she was taking away from you all the things that I didn’t have. That’s why I’m sorry. I’m sorry because you shouldn’t have to be everything to me. I had you, but I’d forgotten that I had myself too.

Well...can't be any more dangerous than your crazy hospital break-in yeah?"-Tess (pg 59)

Few people ever kill for the right reasons, June. Most do it for the wrong reasons. I just hope you never have to be in either category.

You try to walk in the light.