Graham runs a hand through his hair and takes a deep breath. Finally, with a determined scowl, he crosses the room. His hands grip my shoulders. โWe are not,โ his voice is a gentle tremor, โbreaking up
Tammara WebberI opened my mouth wide one time to see if the words I was thinking would fall out, but they wouldnโt. If words donโt want to come out, they donโt. I donโt understand when people say things and then they say, I didnโt mean to say that. Words donโt just fall out. You have to push them out. And sometimes, you canโt push them out, even if you want to.
Tammara Webber