It's crazy, right? To love someone who's hurt you? It's crazier to think that someone who hurts you loves you.

I felt a splinter of guilt wedge into my heart. Charlotte had hurt me; in return, I'd hurt Rob. Maybe that's what we do to the people we love: take shots in the dark and realize too late we've wounded the people we're trying to protect.

There's a problem with wounded birds, Cassie," Connor said. "Either they fly away from you one day, or else they never get better. They stay hurt no matter what you do.

It still hurts," she whispered. "Even when you're doing it for someone else, that doesn't stop your ribs from getting cracked, or your wrist swelling, or your cuts from bleeding.

Just because you can't see the wound doesn't mean it isn't hurting.

Doing the right thing for someone else occasionally means doing something that feels wrong to you.