Nothing is really broke, so it's not like I can fix it. I just have to keep trying to find what I'm looking for.

Coffee, she'd discovered, was tied to all sorts of memories, different for each person. Sunday mornings, friendly get-togethers, a favorite grandfather long since gone, the AA meeting that saved their life. Coffee meant something to people. Most found their lives were miserable without it. Coffee was a lot like love that way. And because Rachel believed in love, she believed in coffee, too.

The words were strung in the air like garland. She could almost see them.

It was like the way you wanted sunshine on Saturdays, or pancakes for breakfast. They just made you feel good.

I'll give you one day at a time, Claire. But remember, I'm thousands of days ahead already.

Fate never promises to tell you everything up front. You aren't always shown the path in life you're supposed to take. But if there was one thing she'd learned in the past few weeks, it was that sometimes, when you're really lucky, you meet someone with a map.

But surprises were nothing new to her. Like opening a can of mushroom soup and finding tomato instead; be grateful and eat it anyway.