I watch her blond head until it disappears around the bend, and I feel bare, like there's nothing left to protect me… — Veronica Roth Copy Share Image
“She wipes her cheeks with her palms and walks down the hallway. I watch her blond head until it disappears around the… — Veronica Roth Copy Share Image
“... and I feel bare, like there's nothing left to protect me against pain. Her absence stings worst of all.” — Veronica Roth Copy Share Image
