You're judging her by her literacy," Tara says. "You're a literacist." "You've made that up.

She misses him more now than when he was away

Jonah Griggs. Not just a name but a state of mind I never want to revisit, although I do keep him at the back of my mind for those times I get me hopes raised about something. So then I can slap myself into reality and remind myself of what happens when you let someone into your sacred space. Jonah Griggs is my second reminder to never ever trust another human being. My mother was first.

Maybe memories should be left the way they are.

Oh God, Frankie, I breathe in rhythm with that man. You think that's not my flesh and blood after all these years?

I heard your song the moment we were born. And years later, it dragged me back from the lake of the half-dead when all I wanted to do was die. Each time someone tried to kill me, it sang its tune and gave me hope.

Why do I feel like something's missing in my life without them and they don't feel the same about me?