For stubborn souls like Lisette, death was easier than the courage it took to actually change your life.

...a sad sort of vulnerability was wafting from her, making the night smell like maple syrup.

I lost myself trying to find happiness in things that didn't love me back.

My writing process is very organic. I start with an idea. I have the general story arc and the cast. But then I sit down to write, and things change.

Whenever I would get too nosy as a child, my grandmother would say, "When you learn someone else's secret, your own secrets aren't safe. Dig up one, release them all.

I should let people in. If they leave, they leave. If I break, I break. It happens to everyone. Right?

Willa?" "Yes" "It's morning and I still love you.