Between Sisters

by Kristin Hannah

love didn’t last. It was better to be lonely and strong than heartbroken and weak.

Bullies were bullies; their defining characteristic was the need to exert power over the powerless.

Oh, there were happy marriages. Her best friend, Elizabeth, had proven that.

dreams were slowly strangled and right and wrong became abstract ideas instead of goalposts for all to see. Those truths usually hit around thirty-five, when you realized that your life was not what you’d wanted.

“Sorry, Jack. I didn’t notice the time.” “For a smart woman, you make that mistake a lot. Just a sec.”