“There was a lid for each pot, she'd told me often and soberly, and she thanked God she'd found her lid in my grandfather.”
“What?" Jace was still staring at her as if she'd told him she'd found one of the Silent Brothers doing nude cartwheels in the hallway.”
“There's a lid for every pot... You Just have to find yours. -Avery”
“She'd barely covered up her long, tan legs in a pair of shorts that made me want to go to church on Sunday just to thank God for creating her.- Beau”
“It couldn't be true. She'd finally put her guard down, tried to trust in someone other than her mother and Abram. She'd finally found someone to love. It couldn't be. God couldn't be so cruel.”
“She'd say thank you for giving her boy back something that left him when she did.”