“I’m a chalkboard that’s been erased over and over again until there’s nothing left but a haze of white dust. Before this I never understood how long an hour could take, how many ticks of the second hand are in… — Sarah McCarry Copy Share Image
“He'd been my end game, and when things ended, the path of my life had been erased, left smudged and blurry. I hadn't found my way since.” — Staci Hart Copy Share Image
