For a second none of us said anything, and I wondered if, in the end, this is
how all disputes are settled,
with a shared silence as things become equal. You take something from me, I
take something from you.
We all want balance, one way or another.

Sometimes, you get things right the first time. Others, the second. But the third time, they say, is the charm.

Like a blinking cursor on an empty page, it was just the first thing. The beginning of the beginning. But at least it was done.” “It was kind of soothing, these sounds of lives being lived all around me, for better or for worse. And there I was, in the middle of them all, newly reborn and still waiting for mine to begin.

I would miss Colby, but it wasn't going anywhere. All the more reason why I should.

Sometimes, you have to manufacture your own history. Give fate a push, so to speak.

It was amazing how you could get so far from where you'd planned, and yet find it was exactly were you needed to be.