“Every single floorboard quivers and shudders under my feet, and I start mentally bargaining with the house: If I make it to the front door without waking up Aunt Carol, I swear to God I’ll never slam another door. I’ll never call you “an old piece of turd” again.”
“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.”
“If we start this up again, I’ll never let you go. I wouldn’t make the same mistake twice.”
“I’ll never let go of you again,” she whispered. “I swear it.”
“If he wakes up, I swear I’ll do anything. I’ll open gates, I’ll help all the paranormals, I’llnever judge people wearing Crocs again. Just let him wake up. Please.”
“If you give me but another chance, I’ll fight all my inner demons and rebuild my life with you. I’m never going to hurt you again, mo chridhe. I swear it.”