“Grief wasn't a feeling. It was a thing that visited. It was a weight, a lead wall, and it pressed on her lungs and settled a shadow across her mind, until the only way she could inhale was through a… — Meg Gardiner Copy Share Image
“Was it hard to watch people go? No. Breathing afterward, every day, was harder.” — Meg Gardiner Copy Share Image
“Grief wasn't a feeling. It was a thing that visited. It was a weight, a lead wall, and it pressed on her lungs and… — Meg Gardiner Copy Share Image
“I've been an investigator longer than you've been playing Vulcan Mind Meld with dead people - Tang” — Meg Gardiner Copy Share Image
“Running cured almost anything. It eased pain; it exhilarated; it served as penance and validation. It turned lone wolf into a compliment. Running was… — Meg Gardiner Copy Share Image
