“With her I'd buried myself, every memory of who I was now, six feet under with the sister I'd put there.” — Trisha Leaver Copy Share Image
“I'm already gone. I died that night on the side of that road with my sister.” — Trisha Leaver Copy Share Image
“Perfection isn't everything," she said as she turned and walked away. "I think the flaws are what make it perfect.” — Trisha Leaver Copy Share Image
