“In my head I hear a whisper, or rather the memory of a whisper. The familiar voice is soft, and it warms me from the inside out as it murmurs a name: Charlotte.” — Suzanne Young Copy Share Image
“he lets me take the orders, standing at my side like my own personal Mexican food encyclopedia” — Suzanne Young Copy Share Image
“You’ll make a sucky father someday,” I tell him with a smile. “I feel sorry for the kid that doesn’t get to burst into… — Suzanne Young Copy Share Image
“To fall in love with him even though I was right here?” “You’re not really my type, Abe,” I say. “I’m too handsome?” He… — Suzanne Young Copy Share Image
“For a brief second I remember everything about who and what I used to be. But most of all, I remember Harlin. And I… — Suzanne Young Copy Share Image
“It’s nice to see Cameron has friends again,” she whispers to me. “I’ve been worried about him.” — Suzanne Young Copy Share Image
“He said that some things are better left in the past. And true things are destined to repeat themselves.” — Suzanne Young Copy Share Image
“I realize then that I’m filled with memories, both mine and Charlotte’s. It’s like I’ve lived one full life and not two separate ones.” — Suzanne Young Copy Share Image
“There is still so much I want to know, want to ask. But before I can say anything else, the world stops. There’s silence… — Suzanne Young Copy Share Image
“Harlin needs you,” she whispers. “He loves you too much.” I smile a little. “I know. But I like that about him.” — Suzanne Young Copy Share Image
“Suicide is a behavioral contagion. It's old adage "If all your friends jumped off a bridge, then would you, too?" Apparently, the answer is… — Suzanne Young Copy Share Image
“Evan sniffles and looks up at me. “But I made it for you,” he says.” — Suzanne Young Copy Share Image
“It’s nice to meet you, Elise,” he says, a slow, sexy smile pulling at his lips. “I’m Harlin.” — Suzanne Young Copy Share Image
