Do you ever lose the ego?” Westford asks me. “Yeah.” When his daughter kisses me, my ego flies out the window.

Don't they give you happy pills in this place?

Unfortunately, I can’t run from my heart. It hurts, deep inside my body. And I know I’ll never be the same.

If you tiptoe into cold water, you're missing out on the rush of plunging in headfirst.

But wishes are only granted in fairy tales.

Somehow, being with Brittany brings something to my life that's missing, something ... right.

What’s goin’ on?” I ask as I take a seat. “Obviously not this.” He tosses me my shirt from last night. “I found it on the floor of the den. It’s obvious there was some hanky-panky going on.” Okay, so he knows we fooled around. But at least he didn’t find Kiara’s bra on top of my shirt. “Yeah . . . things kinda got a little heated after you and Mrs. W. left the den last night,” I tell him.