It is impossible to erase my choices.

Take a person’s memories, and you change who they are.

I shift from one foot to the other, trying to get a good look at him. When I finally do, I look away. His eyes were already on me, probably drawn by my nervous movement.

I wish we were alone,” he says. “I almost always wish that,” I say.

If they told us what to believe, and we didn't come to it on our own, is it still true?

Caleb runs up to me and folds me carefully in his arms. I breathe a sigh of relief. I thought I had gotten to the point where I didn’t need my brother anymore, but I don’t think such a point actually exists.

And I'm the kind of person who does not let inconsequential things like boys and near death experiences stop her.