I nod like I'm not at all unnerved by this new cold side to him. Not cruel like his father. Not warm… — Lauren DeStefano Copy Share Image
The sullen boy sitting before me is not my husband, and the girl he is fretting over isn't me, will never be… — Lauren DeStefano Copy Share Image
There was a desperate undercurrent to our marriage--a feeling of being in a dream from which I couldn't seem to awaken. A… — Lauren DeStefano Copy Share Image
Times like this, when she slips her hand into mine and holds on tight, and our husband becomes just a shadow in… — Lauren DeStefano Copy Share Image
Even the human race can't claim to be natural anymore. We are fake, dying things. How fitting that I would end up… — Lauren DeStefano Copy Share Image
None of the wives mention the security guards by the door, who will probably tackle us to the ground if we try… — Lauren DeStefano Copy Share Image
She smiles at our husband as she moves, and he blushes, overcome by her beauty. But I know what her smile really… — Lauren DeStefano Copy Share Image
“I watch the perfectly imperfect people several stories below, living their perfectly imperfect lives, and I think about how many decades will have to… — Lauren DeStefano Copy Share Image
You have a way of looking at things. You make it seem as though everything's going to be okay. I can't imagine a more… — Lauren DeStefano Copy Share Image
He says one word, nodding into the daylight. "Look." It's an astounding word. It's a gift. — Lauren DeStefano Copy Share Image
“Rhine: It's okay that you miss her. She was the love of your life. Linden: Not the only love. It feels wrong to think… — Lauren DeStefano Copy Share Image
“She strokes my cheeks with the side of her hand – a repetitive, wispy motion. Like little ghost kisses.” — Lauren DeStefano Copy Share Image
I've done it all before, I tell myself, and I can do it again. Trust is the strongest weapon. — Lauren DeStefano Copy Share Image
“Now isn't the time to be angry with my brother, but I suppose the anger I feel for him never goes away. I cover… — Lauren DeStefano Copy Share Image
I see an ocean that’s spilled out of a wineglass, its body clear and sparkling and folding over itself. I see a ribbon of… — Lauren DeStefano Copy Share Image
Maybe what frightens us about the edge isn't our fear of morality, but the thoughts it leads us to have. — Lauren DeStefano Copy Share Image
“This isn’t living, what all of us are doing. We drive down long, dilapidated back roads.” — Lauren DeStefano Copy Share Image
