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“I like things neat and logical. I love to learn and helping others to learn. Knowledge is how our world grows, how people do, as well. You can never experience as much in your lifetime, or see through so many eyes, as you will by reading what others have to say. Books will glue our world back together, if anything can.”
Eden melts through my memories—her chin lift, her clever, quiet regard—and I give Dom a grave look. “You’re wrong about her. And if you wait too long, she’ll move on before you realize exactly how wrong you are.”
The thoughts are uncomfortable, but ultimately useless to me. I know what I signed up for, and my feelings don’t matter. Survival does. And maybe, if I’m very lucky, I will have the chance to not be alone. I can give up my independence for that, I think. I have to. I can’t take another year by myself.
I don’t waste any more time, already darting out of the glass doors and across the front lawn to Lucky’s wild cries of, “Run like the wind, babe!” I dare a look over my shoulder as I bolt outside. Dom has pushed off Beau and is moving quickly toward the glass doors after me. I can’t help but shriek again and glance back as I scatter. Lucky, I’m going to murder you for this! I swear inwardly as his bright, elfin laughter follows me from the building.
this was the funniest scene
I don’t want to be defined by who I am to them—I did that with my husband and that was a disaster. I need to be an equal. Free. I need to be defined by who I want to be.
His skin is warm under my chilled fingers, and I stroke the vulnerable flesh at his wrist. The pulse there kisses my fingers with swift little presses.
