I should have told you from the start. I will let you down.

“In Truth,” I said, “there are no rules other than you have to tell the truth.” “How do you win?” he asked. “That,” I said, “is such a boy question.

See," he began, leaning back into the booth, "I was at this car dealership today, and I saw this girl. It was an across-a-crowded-room kind of thing. A real moment, you know?" I rolled my eyes. Chloe said, "And this would be Remy?" "Right. Remy," he said, repeating my name with a smile. Then, as if we were happy honeymooners recounting our story for strangers he added, "Do you want to tell the next part?" "No," I said flatly.

Home wasn't a set house, or a single town on a map. It was wherever the people who loved you were, whenever you were together.

D.C., Baltimore, Philadelphia, Austin... and you. I'll be there soon.

Because this is what happens when you try to run from the past. It just doesn’t catch up, it overtakes … blotting out the future.

What do you do when you finally hear everything you've always thought said aloud?