Steve's laugh was brittle. “Sarah, we all have our own wounds. We’re all broken in our own way. Mine might look different than yours, but they were deep enough to enlarge my heart.

She could do this. She was stronger now. This was her chance to prove it.

Desire had never done anything good in her life, so she had divorced it years ago.

For the first time in years, she felt a yearning for something different, something real. Something more than the life she had.

I know that it's easier to look at death than it is to look at pain, because while death is irrevocable, and the grief will lessen in time, pain is too often merely relentless and irreversible.

Grief does not demand pity; It requests acknowledgement" - Jude Gibbs