What She Left Behind

And my stupid stupid heart will never stop loving you

Jay: Looks like you misspelled the Treaty of Versailles. Sara: Yeah, well. My brother's natural ability for languages didn't rub off on me. Jay: ...I'm not talking about Versailles. I have no idea if you spelled that right. I'm talking about the word 'treaty.

I'm fine. If he believes it, he`s a moron.

No father should have to bury his son. No daughter should have to do what I've done.

...about as noticeable as a hippo in a flower garden.

Sara, we have to go," she whispers, even though my dad isn't there to hear her. She's not crying. She's calm. Matter-of-fact. As if she's asking me whether I want mayo or mustard on my sandwich. Except in secret.

He made my mom call and tell Maureen I wouldn't be in to see her anymore. He said therapy is a waste of money. He also told her to upgrade the cable service and to order him a subscription to Military History magazine. The he went and bought a new fishing pole for Matt, who is dead.

I stared, like always. A tree in the Petrified Forest. I looked down at my hands and feet and ordered them to move, only they wouldn’t.