“Something flashes, darkening her eyes. Anger, perhaps. So he says to her, “Please don’t fight the process. This is the way, the only way.” He runs a stray finger down the side of her face. Her skin is soft, pliant,… — Susan May Copy Share Image
“If eyes were the windows to the soul, then the wrinkles surrounding them must be the roadmap of all the soul had endured. Bobby” — Susan May Copy Share Image
“She constantly felt as if she were physically wading through air the consistency of thick, wet cement. The” — Susan May Copy Share Image
“You kids come to work and think you deserve to get paid, even though you don’t work. You live on your phones, you live… — Susan May Copy Share Image
“Your past can only hurt you if you allow it into your present and your future.” — Susan May Copy Share Image
“She had spent the last six months of her senior year counting down the days, literally wrote the number on a jotter next to… — Susan May Copy Share Image
“He’d already endured enough guilt in his life. Quite possibly, he’d run out of space to carry any more.” — Susan May Copy Share Image
“Terrible events,” she said, in that quiet, gentle voice of hers, “are sometimes not for us to understand. We must put them away somewhere… — Susan May Copy Share Image
“What most people would consider a mundane job—same streets, same view, same stops and starts—I enlivened by getting to know my regulars. In fact,… — Susan May Copy Share Image
“nasty things happen. That is, until the day Henry discovers the perfect hiding spot, where he discovers there are worse things than being found.… — Susan May Copy Share Image
“Something flashes, darkening her eyes. Anger, perhaps. So he says to her, “Please don’t fight the process. This is the way, the only way.”… — Susan May Copy Share Image
