Don't confuse your grief with guilt.

Beatrice," she says. "Beatrice, we have to run." She pulls my arm across her shoulders and hauls me to my feet. She is dressed like my mother and she looks like my mother, but she is holding a gun, and the determined look in her eyes is unfamiliar to me.

What thought or message would you put in a fortune cookie? "Stop reading this. Eat the cookie and live your life.

If Eric thinks I did something right, I must have done it wrong.

The opinions of others cannot damage you.

Well, technology is supposed to make life better," she says. "No matter what you believe, there's a technology out there for you.

I do trust you, is what I want to say. But it isn't true -- I didn't trust him to love me despite the terrible things I had done. I don't trust anyone to do that, but that isn't his problem; it's mine.