“It didn’t help that she was right; when had that ever made anything better?”

“She understands now what she, in all her worry, had forgotten. That even as she hesitates and wavers, even as she thinks too much and moves too cautiously, she doesn't always have to get it right. It's okay to look back, even as you move forward.”

“Is it better to have had a good thing and lost it, or never to have had it?”

“There's a kind of unfamiliar electricity that goes through her at the nearness of him, and she can't help wondering if he feels it, too.”

“Because I was with you," he tells her. "I feel better when I'm with you.”

“This time she didn't bother correcting him. Just this once, she'd like to believe that he's right.”

“The idea that their paths might have easily not crossed leaves her breathless, like a near-miss accident on a highway, and she can't help marveling at the sheer randomness of it all. Like any survivor of chance, she feels a quick rush of thankfulness, part adrenaline and part hope.”