You aren't happy," Estela says.
"I can't be happy," I say.
"Look at me, Kenzie."
"I'm looking at you, Estela."
"Do you know your own heart?"
"I don't know anything."
"Go," she says, "and think. And don't come back until you know.

Forgiveness, which is the place that every story turns, the chance we give each other.

I’d have given any- thing to know how Mom and Dad were, but you can’t ask your parents such questions. You have to wait for them to tell you what it is that will happen next...

Maybe all that matters is that they love each other, still, the way people who have known each other will always love each other.

How do you know when an apology is true—when it means something, or can change something, or will last outside the moment?

Fox-Trot

By the stream the fox and she-fox stood
Nose to nose beneath the stars
Dancing the music of the woods.

The deer rapped a beat with their hooves,
The ravens sang from raven hearts
As by the stream the fox and she-fox stood.

The great owl called as a great owl would,
The squirrels all shimmied in the dark,
Dancing the music of the woods.

Then from the north a fierce wind blew
And broke the starry dance apart
By the stream where the fox and she-fox stood.