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“What’s your wife gonna think about you fucking her son’s fourteen-year-old babysitter for the last two years?”
whose parents were Covidiots or maskholes, and how men who wore their masks below their noses were the same jerks who acted like wearing a condom was a human rights violation.
Leigh wasn’t one of those believers in bad blood or apples not falling far from the tree. Otherwise, she would be an abusive alcoholic with a felony assault conviction. People could transcend their circumstances. It was possible to break the cycle.
People have cameras in their driveways, on their doorbells. They’re everywhere. Always watching. Always recording everything you’re doing. It defies logic that you could hurt someone—anyone—without a camera catching you in the act.”
One side of her wanted to bite down on the pain the same way that she always did. The other side wanted to cause as much pain as possible.
She was finally doing to a man the same fucking thing that men had been doing to Harleigh and Callie for their entire fucking lives.
Everybody thought that history was like a book with a beginning, a middle, and an end. That’s not how it worked. Real life was all middle.
Defense lawyers always joked that their worst nightmare was an innocent client. Leigh’s worst nightmare was a client who wasn’t scared.
Leigh never gave up on anything. If you came at her with a knife, she came back at you with a bazooka.
“If you want to measure the height of a mountain, the hardest part isn’t finding the peak, it’s figuring out where the bottom starts.”
Someone in the computer room coughed and everyone winced, then immediately turned accusatory, eyes darting around as if they wanted to burn the culprit at the stake.
Literally
“I wasn’t a fucking victim!”
Callie had never heard anyone top the story of a twink who’d woken up in his own vomit, then eaten it for the alcohol content.
Dr. Patterson. Coach Holt. Mr. Humphrey. Mr. Ganza. Mr. Emmett.
It’s better to burn out than to fade away.
“‘I love thee with a love I seemed to lose/With my lost saints/I love thee with the breath/Smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if God choose/I shall but love thee better after death.’”
“Your relationship with a person doesn’t end when they die. It only gets stronger.” He winked at her. “Mostly because they’re not there to tell you that you’re wrong.”
