“No, Grace. I don't have a heart. I did once, but I gave it to a girl and I let her keep it when she died.”

“I didn't flinch, I didn't move away, and I leaned into him. I wanted him to think that Grace would have loved him, because she would have.”

“Grace, baby, please, please wake up. Grace, please don't leave me, please. I love you.”

“I don't know how it is to fuck him Shane, I did not fuck Ethan. I have never slept with anyone, actually. I was saving myself for that ex-boyfriend... he was in...um...jail, but when he got out, he didn't want me anymore and left.”

“I glared at Shane, who gave me an innocent look. With the most serious expression I could make, I joked, “Some of my close friends have called me Black Widow, because after I sleep with someone, I kill them.” Shane looked at me evenly, matching my serious expression, “I have no doubt in my mind that you have had that effect on men, since I feel like I’ve died every time you’ve smiled at me.”

“Tell me. Tell me, Grace, that you don't feel this. Please. Tell me and I will walk right out of here”

“Then let me in, because I promise you, I will pick up every little broken piece of you, every single fucking piece, Grace, and for the rest of my fucking life, I will put you back together… I’ll make you whole again.”