“She ran quietly down Ninth Avenue, her feet barely tapping the ground. There were no cars and she ran smooth and steady down the middle of the road, the warm air flattening her T-shirt against her chest. It was like… — Val Brelinski Copy Share Image
“Was this what faith was? Just a believing and hoping and trusting in something, regardless of the evidence to the contrary?” — Val Brelinski Copy Share Image
“How was it possible to care deeply about people and not hurt them? To touch them and not leave terrible marks?” — Val Brelinski Copy Share Image
“She ran quietly down Ninth Avenue, her feet barely tapping the ground. There were no cars and she ran smooth and steady down the… — Val Brelinski Copy Share Image
“So many things had happened that she never would have dreamed could take place, and yet here she was still breathing and eating food… — Val Brelinski Copy Share Image
“The universe had opened up and revealed its own perfectly blank face to her own, returning her gaze with a flattened emptiness that stretched… — Val Brelinski Copy Share Image
“she had a sudden memory of playing Fox and Geese with her father at Christmastime and of the joy-filled terror in knowing that there… — Val Brelinski Copy Share Image
