“She let him go once. Every day demands that she release him over and over again. She clenches her fists and thinks, Will he find me again? And she tells herself, No. Don't want this. Let him go.” — Julianna Baggott Copy Share Image
“He was drunk—you both were. He was in the ninth grade, but he’d grown up. I knew whatever line there was before adulthood, he’d crossed it. In the morning, he’d be different, we’d be different. I didn’t want to yell… — Will Kostakis Copy Share Image
