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A house? It’s what you put inside it that counted. They’d find a compromise, and make it a home.
Who knew, she thought, that love could snuff out like a candle in a stiff breeze? And leave no trace. None at all.
“Erosion happens gradually.” Winter rubbed Sonya’s shoulders. “A rock’s strong, but it doesn’t notice how the water’s wearing it away.”
“It really does. But, Laine, I’m so unhappy. I don’t want to be unhappy in my work. I don’t want to get up every morning and have a hole in the pit of my stomach because I have to go to work. I have to move on.”
“I shouldn’t say this, but I’m going to. He won’t last here. He’s talented, and he’s savvy, but he’s shown himself to be dishonest, petty, and damn it, vindictive. He won’t last with us.”
Sonya understood the full meaning of poignant. It hurt, and it warmed, it brushed the dust off old sorrows even as it lifted new joy.
“He’s dying, but she turns away. He dies brokenhearted, she dies out of guilt and sorrow. So yeah,” Trey agreed. “Pretty damn sad.”
“You actually mean that. Most people who say call anytime don’t actually mean at three-something in the morning.”
“And I saw him. I went into our room, and he was there. He told me we’d be all right, that he’d loved me every minute of every day since we met.” “You never told me that.” “No, I never did. I thought it was grief. But it wasn’t, not only. Sometimes I’d feel his hand on my cheek as I fell asleep. I still do now and then. Or hear his voice inside my head when I’m struggling with a decision or problem. ‘Trust your gut, babe, then check in with your heart.’”
‘I had love, and I still have love. Don’t let him stop living. Be here for him.’
“Mom told me what she had with Dad was magic.” Cleo glanced back. “And you want that?” “Yeah. Don’t you?” “Damn right I do. I think everybody in the world wants that, and the lucky make it. Because you don’t find magic, Son, you make it.”
“Light always wins. Sometimes it takes way too long, but it always wins.”
“Honestly, you forget how cathartic a good cry is until you have one.”
