“This is the prize I want,” he said. “Let me spend tonight with your heart instead of your head.” — Brenda Rothert Copy Share Image
“I wanted it back there, where I can’t see it, to remind me that …” He sighed and rubbed his jaw. “Sometimes even though… — Brenda Rothert Copy Share Image
“I’d only watch the Kardashians and the Real Housewives if they were in a Hunger Games-style death match. Sitting” — Brenda Rothert Copy Share Image
“You know, some people say grief is like an ocean,” I said. “I think that’s true. It’s deep and dark and bigger than you… — Brenda Rothert Copy Share Image
“Emma bounded down the stairs with the Carson family dog, Hugo, on her heels. “Mom, can I go to the mall with Layla?” she… — Brenda Rothert Copy Share Image
“Friends tell you what you want to hear,” Dani said. “Real friends tell you what you need to hear.” — Brenda Rothert Copy Share Image
“No phone. She shook her head with frustration at how utterly and completely reliant she was on the thing. Her train left in seven… — Brenda Rothert Copy Share Image
“summer sky, full of promise. Few colors could convey such a wide range of emotions just based on shade. Pale blue felt light and… — Brenda Rothert Copy Share Image
“And then one day, one of my daughters sat me down and told me that even though he was gone, I wasn’t. That it… — Brenda Rothert Copy Share Image
“The two of us were bound together by the thread of grief, but it wasn't just our mutual losses that united us. We'd survived… — Brenda Rothert Copy Share Image
“Love you, too.” She hurried off the train when the doors whooshed open, running the short distance to Wright Design. Just as she reached… — Brenda Rothert Copy Share Image
“There were so many thoughts in my head at that moment. I wanted to tell her she made me wish I could have something… — Brenda Rothert Copy Share Image
“I tell everyone I’m okay,” she said. “I even tell myself that. But I don’t know if I am. I keep waiting for things… — Brenda Rothert Copy Share Image
“You okay?” a silver-haired man asked, steadying her by the arm as she panted. “Yeah…thanks,” she said. “—sleeping together really implies exclusivity anymore, do… — Brenda Rothert Copy Share Image
“pushing her long, dark hair out of her face. “But what’s the point? If you’re into him enough to sleep with him, why would” — Brenda Rothert Copy Share Image
