“I was terrified. I was eleven years old, and though I'd been told my entire life that it was entirely natural for the recessive soul to fade away, I didn't want to go. I wanted twenty thousand more sunrises, three… — Kat Zhang Copy Share Image
“Everybody’s got sad stories.” Devon’s voice was as ungiving as stone. “And everyone thinks they’re so very special and broken because of them.” — Kat Zhang Copy Share Image
“I was caged in our body and caged in his arms and, somehow, the former was the real prison.” — Kat Zhang Copy Share Image
“Before sight, before sound, before smell or speech or feeling - was Addie.” — Kat Zhang Copy Share Image
“Easy to not think about other people's suffering, when it was hidden away. Harder to stomach when it collapsed on your front porch.” — Kat Zhang Copy Share Image
“Jaime Cortae. Thirteen. Brown hair. Brown eyes. Lover of peanut butter. Sometime angel, sometime mischief maker. Always Jaime.” — Kat Zhang Copy Share Image
“But the thing is, sharing hands doesn't mean sharing goals. Sharing eyes doesn't mean sharing visions. And sharing a heart doesn't mean sharing the… — Kat Zhang Copy Share Image
“I was terrified. I was eleven years old, and though I'd been told my entire life that it was entirely natural for the recessive… — Kat Zhang Copy Share Image
“But understanding a thing and accepting it are so very different things.” — Kat Zhang Copy Share Image
“Sometimes we make mistakes, Eva. Sometimes we make mistakes and they’re so terrible the word mistake doesn’t seem big enough to encompass it. But… — Kat Zhang Copy Share Image
“For years, we'd been the thorn of the neighborhood, the dirty little secret that wasn't so secret. The girls who just wouldn't settle.” — Kat Zhang Copy Share Image
