Now I felt like I was drifting, sucked down by an undertow, and too far out to swim back to the shore.

Let's just start and see what happens.

You can't just turn your heart off like a faucet; you have to go to the source and dry it out, drop by drop.

It's always very pure, that last moment before an ugly, unsettling truth hits someone. The most stark of before-and-afters.

So many versions of just one memory, and yet none of them were right or wrong. Instead, they were all pieces. Only when fitted together, edge to edge, could they even begin to tell the whole story.

The thing is I'm a great believer in the perfect moment. They don't come around that often.

Why does she have wings?' So she can fly.