Try a little tenderness.

He felt it too, the air between us, the invisible lines that something or someone had drawn to connect us. That's the way I remember it.

My books usually end where they began. I try to bring characters back to a point that is familiar but different because of the growth that they have gone through.

It's like a Venn diagram of tragedy.

Katy skipped over, her low-rise jeans threatening to fall off her skinny hips. With some girls, that was a sexy look. With Katy, it made you nervous.

Try a little tenderness.

A know a place called New Beginnings, but I don't think it works quite like that. You can't just erase everything that came before.