Breaking Point

I love you, Em. I've loved you since I was eight years old, and I'll love you my whole life.

I remember who you are. Even if you forget.

Hush. Listen now. I need to say a couple of mom things. Listen, because this is important. Eat more- you're getting too skinny. And smile. Oh, and don't believe anyone who says they'll pay you back later; they never do. And one more thing, I have never loved one single thing in my life more than you. You were worth living for, and Ember, you were worth dying for.

Chase Jennings, I love you. I love the boy you were and the man that you've become and even when I don't like you at all I still love you because you are you, kind safe and good, because you understand me and are not afraid.

I got almost eighteen years with you. The best eighteen years of my life.

You didn't lose everything." "Neither did you.

He cleared his throat, fixing his eyes on the road. "Why are you looking at me like that?" All the hard edges within me had shimmered and gone soft. "You said I was beautiful." He smirked and settled back in his seat. "I guess I did.

Let's see that wrist." I held it out, and Chase's jaw tightened. "Look at that!" the medic shouted, staring over my shoulder behind us. The moment I turned my head he grabbed my hand and jerked it toward him, hard. A crack as the bones in my wrist realigned.

Hope made you infinitely more devastated in the face of disappointment.

Risks weren't so risky when you had no one to lose.

I hated the distance between us. It left me unsettled, unbalanced. Like the good parts of myself were fading.

His pain hurt me in a way I'd never felt before. It was worse than my own pain. My strength wavered. I felt completely powerless.

knowing that history carried itself in the body and soul, not a physical location, not in letters burned in a fire or a magazine trapped beneath the rubble,

Wallace was trying to find out his identity so that we might protect him, but I didn’t like the idea of bringing such a high-profile criminal back to the Wayland Inn. Not when the MM was on a manhunt.

That traditional family values and a streamlined faith would restore our country to greatness.