Willa’s big blue eyes, Willa’s dimpled-cheeked smile. Tiffin’s shaggy blond mane, Tiffin’s cheeky grin. Kit’s yells of excitement, Kit’s glow of pride. Maya’s face, Maya’s kisses, Maya’s love. Maya, Maya, Maya . . .

It's always nice being wanted. Even if it's by the wrong person.

I've never seen anyone sleep with their head hanging off the back of a wooden chair before - was the couch not comfortable enough for you?

The words fire from my mouth like bullets, ricocheting off the walls before I can even register what I'm saying.

And I know how he feels—it’s so good it hurts. I think I’m going to die from happiness. I think I’m going to die from pain. Time has stopped; time is racing.

At what point do you give up - decide enough is enough? There is only one answer really. Never.

He will think Lochan wasn't loved, but he was, more deeply than most people are in a lifetime.