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“You’ve been going hard ever since it happened. Why don’t you take some time to properly mourn her, find a way to get your life back?” “How do I do that, Kim? The sonofabitch who killed her is still walking free. How am I just supposed to move on?” “I don’t know.” Kim’s gaze went to her desk. She swallowed hard, like she was choking down rocks. “But you need to get your act together, or I’m”
― Stacy Green, Tin God

“There, all gone, Luce.” And the little girl continued to open and squint shut her eyes. “All gone,” she said eventually. Then, “More ’tato!” and the hunt began again. Inside, Isabel swept the floor in every room, gathering the sandy dust into piles in the corner, ready to gather up. Returning from a quick inspection of the bread in the oven, she found a trail leading all through the cottage, thanks to Lucy’s attempts with the dustpan.”
― M.L. Stedman, The Light Between Oceans

“Netta’s dead.” Chapter 23 The ride to town was a horrid déjà vu. Bea Dot had not ridden through Pineview since the day she arrived, the day she met Will. Now she was returning, this time seated next to Thaddeus Taylor in his truck. And this time, instead of transporting a trunk of clothes, they carried more solemn cargo. For days she’d longed to see Will”
― Nancy Brandon, Dunaway's Crossing

“needed mothering. Grief and distance bound the wound, perfecting the bond”
― M.L. Stedman, The Light Between Oceans