“In fact, there was a sort of satisfaction and pride in knowing that Kiki was his. Other men could look, they could envy, they could even covet, but she was going home with him. Every. Time.” — Genevieve Dewey Copy Share Image
“Yes, life was made up of these instances in time. Big moments hidden inside little decisions.” — Genevieve Dewey Copy Share Image
“Every conversation they had anymore it felt like instead of unraveling the mystery, it just further entangled all of them into a twisted never-ending… — Genevieve Dewey Copy Share Image
“His face burst into a prism of colors and light as her eyes welled with tears and when they fell down her cheeks it… — Genevieve Dewey Copy Share Image
“I want to be with you, Demetria. Go on dates, have sex and pointless arguments, figure out why you like to eat rabbit food,… — Genevieve Dewey Copy Share Image
“Just because the bully was always nice to you, never stole your lunch money, didn’t make him any less of a bully, did it?” — Genevieve Dewey Copy Share Image
“The truth is a community is as big or as small as your heart lets it be.” — Genevieve Dewey Copy Share Image
“This was like discovering your vanilla cupcake had a chocolate fudge center.” — Genevieve Dewey Copy Share Image
“A mixed up knot of incompatible roles, tied up too tight to know where one ended and another began.” — Genevieve Dewey Copy Share Image
“And maybe then when they were all a family, Tommy would be able to see what Mary used to see, what his other children… — Genevieve Dewey Copy Share Image
“It was a sickening, humbling, maddeningly powerless sensation this watching them and waiting for them to come to him. For the time they could… — Genevieve Dewey Copy Share Image
“...for there is nothing so perfect as a thing with no ending and no beginning, such as a family of souls intertwined.” — Genevieve Dewey Copy Share Image
“Just one word, infused with naked desperation; half prayer, half enchantment. It felt like a freezing charm on her soul making her his prisoner,… — Genevieve Dewey Copy Share Image
“Luchese lit his cigar and pushed up the sleeves of his jacket as if preparing for work. Bring it on, fuckface, James thought. It… — Genevieve Dewey Copy Share Image
