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Her past wasn’t a collection of memories to be worked through; it was like an oversize Samsonite with a bum wheel. Meghann had learned that a long time ago. All she could do was drag it along behind her.
Sometimes God gave you a mama that made normal impossible.
You’ve handled a lot of trauma in your life and succeeded. But you can’t keep running away from your own past.
Don’t let loneliness consume you.”
It used to hurt Claire to remember that day. Not so much anymore. The wound had healed over, grown a layer of thicker skin. She’d long ago quit wishing for a different mother. It was a hope that had once crippled her; she’d had to let it go. Like her dream of a sister who was also a best friend. Some things just didn’t turn out the way you wanted, and a girl could only cry for so many years.
He left because I didn’t know how to love him enough.”
What was it about their past that made them wound each other so consistently?
