“I'm not sure how long we sit in Josh's truck, holding hands, surrounded by darkness and unspoken regrets. But it's long enough to know that there are no stories or secrets in the world worth holding onto more than his hand.”

“I'm not sure how long we sit in Josh's truck, holding hands surrounded by darkness and regrets. But it's long enough to know that there are no stories or secrets in the world worth holding onto more than his hand.”

“there are no stories or secrets in the world worth holding onto more than his hand.”

“he'd been a cop long enough to know what actual perversion looked like and it sure wasn't two guys or two women going out to dinner and holding hands.”

“The Focal must hold magic, light and dark, together long enough for it to mend.” “How long does it take to mend?” “No one’s survived long enough for us to know.” I could see why people weren’t rushing to volunteer.”

“This is how you hold onto your family. You hold them with open hands so they are free to find futures of their own. It's just that simple.”