It passed, though. That was the bad thing. It always passed.

So I learned another system: When in doubt, keep it out – out of earshot, out of the house – even if this meant, really, just keeping it in.

I'd chosen instead to just change my route, go miles out of the way, as if avoiding it would make it go away once and for all.

For two hours I'd felt myself stretching tighter and tighter, like a rubber band pulled to the point of snapping. And now, I could feel the smaller, weaker part of myself beginning to fray, tiny bits giving way before the big break.

All I'd ever wanted was to forget. but even when I thought I had, pieces had kept emerging, like bits of wood floating up to the surface that only hint at the shipwreck below.

Remy: Did you really believe, that first day, that we were meant to be together? Dexter: You're here, aren't you?

I'd been through so much, falling short again and again, and only recently had found a place where who I was, right now, was enough.