“I could see him weighing each word on his tongue before allowing it life.” — Krysta MacDonald Copy Share Image
“Who decides those things? And why don’t I know about them? Is there some sort of meeting, or maybe an assembly, like the ones… — Krysta MacDonald Copy Share Image
“The memories are lodged in my throat, and a part of me wonders if you can choke on something that isn’t physically there. Can… — Krysta MacDonald Copy Share Image
“What is it about suitcases, lying there empty? Before a trip, they are full of uneasy anticipation. After, they are almost regretful, longing to… — Krysta MacDonald Copy Share Image
“I could see him weighing each word on his tongue before allowing it life.” — Krysta MacDonald Copy Share Image
“He is laughing, only pretending to resist, and this moment, this moment right here, is one of those ones that I will know will… — Krysta MacDonald Copy Share Image
