“On her way back, she scoops up forgiveness like a bouquet, sniffs it deep and arranges it in a vase. She sets forgiveness down, shining in the middle of everything.” — Colleen Clayton Copy Share Image
“He cups the back of my neck with his hand and holds the other against my face, rubbing my cheek with his thumb. Slowly,… — Colleen Clayton Copy Share Image
“Katherine is the master of anger; she dominates anger. She takes anger in her hands and twists its neck, ripping its head off. She… — Colleen Clayton Copy Share Image
“On her way back, she scoops up forgiveness like a bouquet, sniffs it deep and arranges it in a vase. She sets forgiveness down,… — Colleen Clayton Copy Share Image
“Do you love me?' I say quietly, still staring at the water. He pauses. I turn to look at him. His eyes are soft… — Colleen Clayton Copy Share Image
“After a second, he reaches over and rubs my head playfully, and then pulls me into him. 'Come here,' he says gently. I unbuckle… — Colleen Clayton Copy Share Image
“Then I look over at Corey, who is watching me with a tenderness that makes me want to crawl inside his heart, pitch a… — Colleen Clayton Copy Share Image
“I watch his lips moving and he doesn't seem to notice that I'm about to reach up, unzip myself from the skull down, jump… — Colleen Clayton Copy Share Image
“You're beautiful, Sid,' he says, pushing my hair out of my face. 'And I never said it at first because it seemed so obvious… — Colleen Clayton Copy Share Image
