Where They Lie (Nora McTavish, #1)

by Joe Hart

It’s the color of sand, the color of forgetting.

The difference is some people get handed life jackets while others are told they should’ve learned how to swim better.

Those little numerals under a video or at the bottom of a blog saying how many people love you. They’re pain blockers, dopamine hits; they’re a drug for the creator. They are digital endorphins, not human beings with feelings and aspirations and lives of their own. Influencers

We forget how young some people are when they start carrying weight beyond their years, then wonder why they struggle.

We learn by what’s done to us, not just what we’re taught. We learn to injure and touch and wound what we shouldn’t. We learn to abuse and abandon if we’re hurt and lost. The past imprints on the future like a typewriter slowly running out of ink.

Tragedy was a consumable commodity, and everyone was buying.