“Quinn froze when he saw Emmett, brought his hand to his mouth, whispered, “Oh God. June, is it? I’m so sorry. Is there anything—” “No, there isn’t. I just need to be alone with him.” Abigail touched her arm, said,… — Blake Crouch Copy Share Image
“Quinn froze. There was nothing he could do now that would not be a mistake. Whatever choice he made--and he had to make a choice--would be arbitrary, a submission to chance. Uncertainty would haunt him to the end. At that… — Paul Auster Copy Share Image
