“I lean forward and pinch his nostrils closed again, press my lips to his, and blow in more air. I think about all those times he stole my breath away. Why doesn't he use it now?” — Steven dos Santos Copy Share Image
“His lips graze my ear and it's like fireflies are buzzing around my heart.” — Steven dos Santos Copy Share Image
“Grieving is a weakness-too human, too mired in compassion, and we can't repeat that mistake, can we?” — Steven dos Santos Copy Share Image
“I lean forward and pinch his nostrils closed again, press my lips to his, and blow in more air. I think about all those… — Steven dos Santos Copy Share Image
“Freedom and dignity are not scraps to be doled out by cruel masters. They belong to every man, woman, and child. They are our… — Steven dos Santos Copy Share Image
“I've seen that cornered look on more than a few Parish faces over the years, and each time it brings a lump to my… — Steven dos Santos Copy Share Image
