He has no clue that I have the patience of a saint. At least that's what Carlos says, although that isn't saying much, considering his fuse is about as short as an eyelash.

Just the fact that you need me to prove I love you is probably a clue it isn’t working

I want a one hundred percent guarantee that they’ll all be fine.” I tell Mrs. Garcia. She pats my knee. “Unfortunately, there are no guarantees in life.

But I know loving someone means losing a part of myself.

This connection we have isn't going away, it's only getting stronger. Because the more I spend time with her, the closer I want to be.

It’s not Brittney’s face, not her smile, not even her eyes. All of that surface stuff made the world see her as beautiful, but it was the deeper stuff that made her different.

Truth is, it's a relief to finally put my life in the hands of someone I trust.