Wouldn't it be nice if everything balanced in the world? If right came out on top and wrong was punished. It sure would be simple.

Dolls are like small dead people.

No. No, I don't believe you'd betray me with her. I don't believe you'd cheat on me. But I'm afraid, and I'm sick in my heart that you might look at her, then at me. And regret.

But when two people feel something, they ought to respect that enough to figure it out

Why couldn't she have this, just enjoy this, without creating obstacles, digging up problems, worrying about mistakes, about tomorrow's? Why let the maybe's, the what if's, the probabilities spoil something so lovely?

I hope that's true, because I figured out why I'd never finished it, what I was waiting for. I was waiting for you, Clare. For them. For us. I want to finish it up for you, for them, for us.

No second chance?" A wry smile twisted Carrick's lips. "There might have been, had I not waited so long to take it.