Marriages Go Through Hard Times. Sometimes You

You Look Great," He Said. It Made Her Smile, Even If It Was A Lie. "i'm As Big As A House." He Laughed. "i Like Houses. In Fact, I'm Thinking About Architecture As A Career.

Before This Trip And All That She'd Learned About The Three Of Them, She Would Have Gotten Angry Or Changed The Subject. Anything To Obscure The Pain She Felt. Now She Knew Better. You Carried Your Pain With You In Life. There Was No Outrunning It.

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

There Are Always Times In Life That You Don't Fit In. But You Have To Go Forward And Make A Place For Yourself. That's What Growing Up Is All About. Being Strong And Believing In Yourself-even When You're Most Afraid.

He Was Afraid That The Secrets She'd Kept Would Always Be Here, Inside Him, An Ugly Malignant Thing Lodged Near Enough To His Heart To Upset Its Rhythm, And Though It Could Be Removed, Cut Out, There Would Always Be Scars; Bits And Pieces Of It Would Remain In His Blood, Making It Wrong Somehow, So That If He Accidentally Sliced His Skin Open, His Blood Would--for One Heartbeat--flow As Black As India Ink Before It Remembered That It Should Be Red.