The Royal We (Royal We, #1)

by Heather Cocks

“It gets exhausting. I forget how to be sometimes when I’m not on,”

cad

He was a cad, wanted her bad

swore he loved me,

But where were the clues

I’ve paid my dues, but they keep saying, one more month.”

I hate being late. But I’ve also never mastered the art of estimating how long it takes me to get anywhere or do anything.

People don’t usually get to take stock of the exact second everything changes; by the time they catch up to it, like a breeze, it has passed.

“She can’t keep blowing out her own candle.” “Please tell me that’s not a euphemism.” “It’s from my therapy group,” Mom said. “It means that she’s not letting herself shine. I told her she should leave him.”

“In my end is my beginning.” —Mary, Queen of Scots

I don’t know if we will live blissfully, or go blind from looking for trouble in our periphery every day until we are old.