“You may be right,' she said, a phrase which here meant 'I’m wrong, but I don’t have the courage to say so.”

“One wrong social move---say---like hanging with the wrong person,” she said nastily, “Can make your life around here a living nightmare and I definitely don’t think that you want that.”

“I don’t want you to explain. I want you to convince me I’m wrong. Or admit I’m right.”

“I don’t mind waiting rooms. I’m waiting on the love of my life, so I may as well have a seat, right?”

“Hey, handsome, I’m right here. You’re doing an amazing job. I’m so proud of you.” Livia’s voice cracked a bit, and she swallowed her tears. “The ladies here are working real hard. Beckett’s here, and Cole is too. We’re all just waiting for you. But you take the time you need. I’m not going anywhere. Well, I may have to pee once in a while, but I’ll come right back.”

“Look, when I’m here, I don’t have to think. I don’t have to worry. I don’t even have to be me if I don’t want to. That came out wrong. I don’t have to be the me I have to be all day.”