"It's gonna be okay," I said. It was the first time in a long time that I believed it. "It will."

Maybe that's what you got when you stood over your grief, facing it finally. A sense of its depths, its area, the distance across, and the way over or around it, whichever you chose in the end.

It seemed like this day could go in so many directions, like a spiderweb shooting out toward endless possibilities.

It's only advice. Ignore it if you want.

It was hard to remember what the yard had looked like even twelve hours before, undisturbed and pristine. Like it takes so little to change something, but to make you forget the way it once was, as well.

There's this other half of him I don't know of, it's like he is trying to keep it a secret... if he would just let me inside so I can help.

There comes a time in every life when the world gets quiet and the only thing left is your heart.