Every Last Word

by Tamara Ireland Stone

“Do you want me to?” “Yeah.” He opens the car door and looks at me, smiling. God, I really like it when he does that.

I’ve become an Oscar-worthy actress, so skilled you’d think I’d tricked myself into actually being one of the normal ones—would he understand? I bet he would.

And I realize that Caroline did bring me here, in her own strange way, to these people, to this room, knowing how much I needed this place.

promising that from now on I’ll be a lot braver with my words than I was before.