Letters to the Lost (Letters to the Lost, #1)

by Brigid Kemmerer

Men can be like toddlers, Juliet. Sometimes all they need is something shiny to distract them.

I wonder, if I keep faking it, will I eventually believe it? A part of me worries that I’ll keep faking it and completely forget what’s real at all.

“One day isn’t your whole life, Murph.” He waits until I look at him. “A day is just a day.”

“‘There’s not a joy the world can give like that it takes away, when the glow of early thought declines in feeling’s dull decay.’”

“I am the master of my fate, I am the captain of my soul.” I can’t remember the last time I felt like the master of my own fate.