“What is perfect is the way she looks at me, and the way she says my name. The way her hand strokes my hair, though I don't think she knows she's doing it. The way we lay together night after… — Mary Kubica Copy Share Image
“Another day the ladybugs arrive. Thousands of them, soaking up the sun on the back door. It’s an Indian summer day, warm, with temperatures… — Mary Kubica Copy Share Image
“But he holds me so tightly that for a moment, the emotions are at bay. The sadness and fear, the regret and the loathing.… — Mary Kubica Copy Share Image
“I stroke a finger down Ruby's cheek, feeling the soft, cherubic skin, staring into the innocent, ethereal eyes. The baby latches to my finger… — Mary Kubica Copy Share Image
“I was enraptured by this handsome man I'd met in a restaurant in the city, this alluring man who made me feel like I… — Mary Kubica Copy Share Image
“She said something to you and you smiled and I thought to myself that I'd never seen anything so... I don't know... I'd never… — Mary Kubica Copy Share Image
“Mi intuición, sin embargo, me dice que algo le ha sucedido a mi hija. Algo malo.” — Mary Kubica Copy Share Image
“We fall into oblivion this way, into a world where nothing matters. Nothing but us.” — Mary Kubica Copy Share Image
“I was certainly not the best mother. That goes without saying. I didn’t set out to be a bad mother, however. It just happened.… — Mary Kubica Copy Share Image
“I run my hand the length of her hair. My hands move down her arms. They memorize her fingers and the shape of her… — Mary Kubica Copy Share Image
“I don't tell her the way she makes me feel when she looks at me, or how I hear her voice at night, in… — Mary Kubica Copy Share Image
