The Things We Leave Unfinished

by Rebecca Yarros

But I wanted her. I was supposed to know this woman—I felt it with every fiber of my being.

I liked it numb. Numb was safe. Noah was a lot of things, but safe wasn’t one of them.

“I used to think their love was built into it. That’s why she always had it repaired, never rebuilt.”

see the way he looks at her, like she’s the reason the seasons change and the sun rises until they’re a hundred and one years old.”

“Georgia, can’t you see it? It’s in every line of this place. This isn’t a mausoleum, it’s a promise, a shrine to that love.”

“I’ve never had a problem reaching for things I want,” I replied softly. “It’s the falling that gets me into trouble.”