“I got through it, and I wore it like a badge of honor—I Can Be Alone and it's Okay.” — J.M. Richards Copy Share Image
“Well, as I said, you look terrible, for one thing. Beat-up terrible. Like someone was using you as a punching bag.” He… — J.M. Richards Copy Share Image
“Who are you?” he asked, in a bewildered tone. I cocked my head at him, totally baffled. “I told you. Anna Fisher.… — J.M. Richards Copy Share Image
“As we were about to cross the road, Davin suddenly grabbed my wrist and held me back a moment; a car peeled… — J.M. Richards Copy Share Image
