Too far-fetched to believe, too obvious to ignore.

So that's the ghost you been running from.

He'd lived long enough to know that everyone handled grief in different ways, and little by little, they all seemed to accept their new lives.

Everyone makes mistakes, even if some are worse than others. Accidents happen.

We’d met at a carefree time, a moment full of promise, in its place now were the harsh lessons of the real world.

Just when you think it can't get any worse, it can. And just when you think it can't get any better, it can.

She'd always believed that people come in two varieties: those who look out the windshield and those who stare in the rearview mirror. She'd always been the windshield type: gotta focus on the future, not the past, because that's the only part that's still up for grabs. Mom throws me out? Gotta get some food and find a place to live. Husband dies? Gotta keep working, or I'll end up going crazy. Got some guy stalking me? Gotta figure out a way to stop it.