“I watch the way her skin becomes red from the cold. The way her hair blows around in the breeze. She tucks it behind an ear, hoping to contain it, but it doesn't work. Not all things like to be… — Mary Kubica Copy Share Image
“Another day the ladybugs arrive. Thousands of them, soaking up the sun on the back door. It’s an Indian summer day, warm, with temperatures… — Mary Kubica Copy Share Image
“But he holds me so tightly that for a moment, the emotions are at bay. The sadness and fear, the regret and the loathing.… — Mary Kubica Copy Share Image
“I stroke a finger down Ruby's cheek, feeling the soft, cherubic skin, staring into the innocent, ethereal eyes. The baby latches to my finger… — Mary Kubica Copy Share Image
“I was enraptured by this handsome man I'd met in a restaurant in the city, this alluring man who made me feel like I… — Mary Kubica Copy Share Image
“She said something to you and you smiled and I thought to myself that I'd never seen anything so... I don't know... I'd never… — Mary Kubica Copy Share Image
“Mi intuición, sin embargo, me dice que algo le ha sucedido a mi hija. Algo malo.” — Mary Kubica Copy Share Image
“We fall into oblivion this way, into a world where nothing matters. Nothing but us.” — Mary Kubica Copy Share Image
“I was certainly not the best mother. That goes without saying. I didn’t set out to be a bad mother, however. It just happened.… — Mary Kubica Copy Share Image
“I run my hand the length of her hair. My hands move down her arms. They memorize her fingers and the shape of her… — Mary Kubica Copy Share Image
“I don't tell her the way she makes me feel when she looks at me, or how I hear her voice at night, in… — Mary Kubica Copy Share Image
