“Sara, we have to go," she whispers, even though my dad isn't there to hear her. She's not crying. She's calm. Matter-of-fact. As if she's asking me whether I want mayo or mustard on my sandwich. Except in secret.” — Tracy Bilen Copy Share Image
“I stared, like always. A tree in the Petrified Forest. I looked down at my hands and feet and ordered them to move, only they wouldn’t.” — Tracy Bilen Copy Share Image
“Sara, we have to go," she whispers, even though my dad isn't there to hear her. She's not crying. She's calm. Matter-of-fact. As if… — Tracy Bilen Copy Share Image
“No father should have to bury his son. No daughter should have to do what I've done.” — Tracy Bilen Copy Share Image
“Jay: Looks like you misspelled the Treaty of Versailles. Sara: Yeah, well. My brother's natural ability for languages didn't rub off on me. Jay:… — Tracy Bilen Copy Share Image
“He made my mom call and tell Maureen I wouldn't be in to see her anymore. He said therapy is a waste of money.… — Tracy Bilen Copy Share Image
“I stared, like always. A tree in the Petrified Forest. I looked down at my hands and feet and ordered them to move, only… — Tracy Bilen Copy Share Image
