I couldn't tell her. I couldn't tell anyone. As long as I didn't say it aloud, it wasn't real.

Forgiveness is hard. Acceptance is doable.

I looked down again at the sign in my hand - ENJOY THE RIDE! - and it seemed, suddenly, to be just that. A sign.

I'd chosen instead to just change my route, go miles out of the way, as if avoiding it would make it go away once and for all.

It's okay to accept things from people. It doesn't make you weak or helpless.

As if he was beating me to the punch, his words living forever, while I was left speechless, no rebuttal, no words left to say.

My agent is so totally honest, which is just what every writer needs. She won't let me sell a crappy book, even if I want to.