“One day I'll give birth to a tiny baby girland when she's born she'll screamand I'll tell her to never stopI will kiss her before I lay her down at nightand will tell her a story so she knowshow it is and how it must be for her to surviveI'll tell her to set things on fireand keep them burningI'll teach her that fire will not consume herthat she must use it”

“What?" she asks, but I don't answer. Instead I kiss her, one time, and try to tell her in that single gesture everything that she'll forget as soon as she turns away. I tell her I love her. I tell her I'll miss her. And then I let her go.”

“... I'll tell her about Tia. I'll tell her how beautiful she was and how brave. And I'll tell her the most important thing of all: that her mother loved her better than her life.”

“For once I didn't look away immediately. I forced myself to meet her contemptuous gaze. I allowed myself be swept away by it, to drown in it - the way I'd done so many times before. The way I would willingly do again. Because at least she was here to hate me. At least I had that. I watched my daughter conjure up the filthiest look in her vast arsenal before she turned away with complete disdain. I didn't mind that so much. It meant I could watch her, drink her in without her protest. Look at our daughter, Callum. Isn't she beautiful, so very beautiful? She laughs like me, but when she smiles... Oh Callum, when she smiles, it's picnics in Celebration Park and sunsets on our beach and our very first kiss all over again. When Callie Rose smiles at me, she lights up my life.When Callie Rose smiles at me.”

“I want to tell her that I can't pull her down. I want to tell her that she has to let go of my hand in order to swim. I want to tell her that she must live her own life. But I sense she already knows that these options are open to her. And that she, too, has made her choice.”

“She wanted love and passion and lightning bolts in her marriage - the sweet fire only Jack could give her.”

“The flowers need wateringthe silver needs a shine.Daughter is a magnetdrawn back to where she was last safe.She touches the tablecloth like a talisman.Tell me who I was. Tell me what I’ve become.”