“She smiles and snuggles into me as we wait for our table. I inhale her scent. Vanilla and something else. Something different.… — Christine Fonseca Copy Share Image
“I press my lips hard against hers, tasting her desire, her pain, her love, her confusion. At once I’m in two lives,… — Christine Fonseca Copy Share Image
“Cass pulls from my embrace, her mind reaching into my heart. Pain, anger, confusion pass through her eyes. My pain. My anger.… — Christine Fonseca Copy Share Image
“She’s right in some ways. She doesn’t need a shrink. But she does need to remember. I need her to remember; remember… — Christine Fonseca Copy Share Image
“I never mastered anything. I am damaged. Broken. And I always will be.” — Christine Fonseca Copy Share Image
“She slips into the seat at our table, refusing to look up at me. I reach for her hand, sending a shiver… — Christine Fonseca Copy Share Image
