Extraits

Lucky usually couldn't walk more than one block without digging them into her ears, building a musical buffer between herself and the world.

You don't choose each other, and there's no furtive period of getting to know the other.

HArmony was the best word she could think of to describe their life together. They had their arguments, like any couple, but their daily life was harmonious. Their natures complemented each other.

The most unethical thing Chiti had ever done was fall in love with Avery. But she did love her. It wasn't a choice; it was the ugly truth.

Now, when she closed her eyes, she saw every mistake she had made leading up to this moment. Her inner weather, once calm, had become stormy again.

Now, knowing that it would soon be gone, she felt an unfamiliar nostalgia for that cramped apartment. For better or worse, it had been hard to feel alone in a home like that.

She was never more aware of her breath than while smoking, never more present. It would be a great form of meditation if it wasn't also killing her.

In the early morning light, in her empty living room, Bonnie looked down at her destroyed shoes and feet. For the first time since Nicky died, she let herself cry.

In training, she had been taught the difference between reacting and responsing. Responding was when you used the tools you'd been taught to clinically counter an attack according to your game plan; reacting was when you acted purely on adrenaline, usually leaving yourself open to further harm.

"Look, I gotta go for my run. I'll call you next week?"

"Mmm," hummed Avery. "You can't run forever".