I was actually kind of a hot mess in high school. I did a lot of things in high school I'm not proud of. I wasn't a good student and I wasn't particularly a good daughter. I wasn't very engaged.

So say I’m your mom.' 'What?' I said. 'I’m your mom,' he repeated. 'Now tell me you want to quit modeling.' I could feel myself blushing. 'I can’t do that,' I said. 'Why not?' he asked. 'Is it so hard to believe? You think I’m not a good role-player?' 'No,' I said. 'It’s just–' 'Because I am. Everyone wanted me to be their mother in group.' I just looked at him. 'I just… It’s weird.' 'No, it’s hard. But not impossible. Just try it.' A week earlier, I hadn’t even known what color his eyes were. Now, we were family. At least temporarily.

Sometimes. It was a good escape. Until, you know, it wasn‟t.

If you were dead," Owen told her, "you'd have bigger problems than what you were wearing.

It doesn't matter, anyway, why you like me. Just that you do.

The choices you make now, the people you surround yourself with, they all have the potential to affect your life, even who you are, forever.

Wherever you will go, I will let you down, But this lullaby goes on.