You should have seen your face," she said, her breath hot in my ear. "Sa-woooon.

All we had was her room, her stories, and the quiet that settled in as we tried in vain to spread ourselves out and fill the space she'd left behind.

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.

'I don't get it,' Caroline said, bemused. 'She's the only one with wings. Why is that?'

Maybe it was just part of growing up with someone. Once you have a rhythm and stay with it long enough, it's not hard to find again.

It's so easy to get caught up in what people expect of you. Sometimes, you can just lose yourself.

Once, I was easy. Now, I was choosy. See? Big difference.