“Sometimes there aren't words. The silence between us is flung wide as an ocean. But I manage to reach across it, to wrap my arms around him.”

“This time of night, the sky was flung wide open, stars spread like a story across the horizon.”

“There is a gulf as wide as an ocean between should and want, and I am drowning in it.”

“...the arms of his swim team sweatshirt still wrapped around the pillow on the bed - Em had said it smelled of him.”

“I suddenly remember being very little and being embraced by my father. I would try to put my arms around my father's waist, hug him back. I could never reach the whole way around the equator of his body; he was that much larger than life. Then one day, I could do it. I held him, instead of him holding me, and all I wanted at that moment was to have it back the other way.”

“These days it seemed like the words between them were there only to outline the silences.”

“In this new place we've found, sometimes there aren't words, because the truth can be even more difficult than the lies.”