Sometimes He Felt Sure That The Key

She Wasn't As Destructive As Bee. She Had Never Been As Dramatic. Rather, She'd Slipped Carefully, Stealthily Away From Her Ghosts.

Bridget's Anger Evaporated And The Sadness Came Back. The Anger Was Easier. She Owned And Contolled It, Whereas The Sadness Owned Her.

I Allowed Myself To Suffer How Jarringly Destructive The Present Feels And How Fragile The Past.

She Hadn't Chosen The Brave Life. She'd Chosen The Small, Fearful One.

They Needed To Grieve Alone Was What Tibby's Dad Said. Lena Wondered If Really There Was Any Choice In That. Everyone Grieved Alone.