“When the rush of the weak sweeps over those that strive to be strong, its destruction. The commonplaces of moral judgment become fogged with the lack of perception stained with the sting of longing. The voice of reason is lost… — Shannon L. Alder Copy Share Image
“Do you ever…” I heard her swallow hard. “Do you think about us? What we had?” My chest ached at the longing in her voice. The fearful tentative reaching across the space between us. “Every minute,” I said. “I think… — Emma Scott Copy Share Image
