“She strokes my cheeks with the side of her hand – a repetitive, wispy motion. Like little ghost kisses.” — Lauren DeStefano Copy Share Image
“I wipe at her cheeks with the cuff of my green sweater because it’s the softest thing I can think of. It… — Lauren DeStefano Copy Share Image
“It’s a world worth fighting for. Set fire to the broken pieces; start anew.” — Lauren DeStefano Copy Share Image
“There’s this anomaly that happens sometimes with twins. It occurs in the womb when the fetuses are growing too closely to each… — Lauren DeStefano Copy Share Image
“It feels as though we’re going in slow motion. I think we’ll never get away. But eventually the Ferris wheel is far… — Lauren DeStefano Copy Share Image
“He rubbed my arm, whispering words that sounded like moth bodies flying into glass windows.” — Lauren DeStefano Copy Share Image
“He talks softly, patiently, as I sit on the window ledge and watch boats with colorful triangles for sails scratch the ocean.” — Lauren DeStefano Copy Share Image
“When I call his name, it’s a sound almost entirely out of my control. It soars over the crowd and hits him.… — Lauren DeStefano Copy Share Image
“She was supposed to build sand castles on the beach and put her toes in the ocean,” Madame says.” — Lauren DeStefano Copy Share Image
“Bright spots move around him like someone shook the stars from a blanket and they all went flying.” — Lauren DeStefano Copy Share Image
“This time as we ascend, I watch the world sinking below us. I watch the way the city fades into sand that… — Lauren DeStefano Copy Share Image
“I feel unburdened, and after a while I start to imagine that the divan is a boat moving over the ocean. Sunken… — 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
