And No One Drank Just One Shot

When You're A Mom, You Learn About Fear. You're Always Afraid. Always. About Everything From Cupboard Doors To Kidnappers To Weather.

She Used To Tell Me That She Couldn't Feel The Sunlight Anymore, Not Even When She Was Standing In It, Not Even When It Was Hot On Her Cheeks

She Still Felt Shell-shocked By All Of It, Numb. Beneath The Numbness, Though, Was A Raw And Terrible Anger That Was Unlike Anything She'd Felt Before. She Had So Little Experience With Genuine Anger That It Scared Her. She Actually Worried That If She Started Screaming, She'd Never Stop.

Some Stories Don't Have Happy Endings. Even Love Stories. Maybe Especially Love Stories.

That Was The One Thing She Knew Now. Some Chances Came And Went, And If You Missed Them, You Could Spend The Rest Of Your Life Standing Alone, Waiting For An Opportunity That Had Already Passed You By.