Good God, what did he not remember?

I've started researching online journals for the project. Thanks for decoding Dr. Heller's notes before sending them to me. If you'd have forwarded them to me without a translation, I'd be searching for a tall building/overpass/water tower from which to yell "goodbye cruel world.

But just because you’re strong and resilient doesn’t mean you never need someone to be there for you, to take care of you.

Wow, that sounds total stalker." Or totally hot. God.

I tilt her chin up and bend my face to hers, silently praising every woman who's had a hand in making her who she is.

Erin was right. Apologies could come too late.

I didn’t realize I was frozen in place until a classmate shouldered into me, knocking my heavy backpack from my shoulder. “’Scuse me,” he grumbled, his tone more Get out of the way than Sorry I ran into you. As I bent to retrieve my backpack, praying Kennedy and his fangirl hadn’t seen me, a hand grasped the strap and swung the pack up from the floor. I straightened and looked into clear gray-blue eyes. “Chivalry isn’t really dead, you know.