When she looked in the mirror these days, she saw someone she didn't recognize...She saw an old woman trying to be beautiful, her skin dry and her wrinkles like cracks. She looked like a very well-dressed winter apple.

He was the only person in the world she was tongue-tied around, and yet the only person she really wanted to talk to.

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

The word lethologica describes the state of not being able to remember the word you want.

He'd always been fascinated by her, drawn to her the way curious people are always drawn to things they don't understand.

I spent so much time telling myself that this wasn't home that I started to believe it," she said carefully. "Belonging has always been tough for me." I can be your home," he said quietly. "Belong to me.

Everything was quiet, a strange sort of quiet that felt like an unfinished sentence.