No Exit

by Taylor Adams

Darby had answered bluntly that it would require an act of God himself to make her come back home to Utah. And apparently he’d been listening, because he’d blessed Darby’s mother with late-stage pancreatic cancer. She’d learned this yesterday. Via text message.

For a long time she’d believed this little quirk of hers, this adolescent fascination with death, would better prepare her for the real thing when it entered her life. It hadn’t.

Whoever seems like the nicest character, at first, will always turn out to be the asshole in the end.”

Darby preferred to live her life wide-eyed, tormented, running, because nothing can catch you if you never stop.

You want to know the secret to ruining your life? It’s never one big black-and-white decision. It’s dozens of little ones, that you make every single day. It’s excuses, mostly, in my case. Excuses are poison.