“He looked as though I'd just run over his pet puppy (though no actual puppies were harmed in the formation of that metaphor).”

“Whatever pain meds Dr. Steve was taking for his shoulder, they must have been the strong ones. I mean the really strong ones, because he had gotten two of his shirt buttons in the wrong holes, spilled coffee all over his sling, and he was grinning like he was six years old and someone had just given him a puppy.”

“Ooh..I want one" - BexThey're not puppies." -Cammie”

“Oooh," Bex said throwing an arm around my shoulders. "I want one."Cammie: "They're not puppies.”

“Because even though the truth can set you free, that doesn't mean it won't be painful.”

“Zach,” I said as I lay there “Where did you go? When you were looking for me?”I shifted in his arms, looked into his eyes.“Crazy.” His voice was a whisper against my skin. “I went crazy.”

“Quietly, Macey went through her options. Even though the masked men were asking for cell phones, the gunmen were making so much noise that she was sure someone had already called 911. The obvious exits were blocked, and the elevators had no doubt been disabled. The men moved with confidence and order, but they weren’t trying to be quiet. There was nothing covert at all about this operation.Unlike the boy beside her.”