A level of a house, his father has told him, is called a story.
Nathaniel likes that. It makes him feel like maybe he is living between the covers of a book himself. Like maybe everyone in every home is sure to get a happy ending.

“believe me, you're all I've thought about --"At this, I grin.”

“Ross believed in past lives. Moreover, he believed that the person you fell in …”

“Is it a crime when you love someone so much that you can't stand the thought of…”

“I felt a splinter of guilt wedge into my heart. Charlotte had hurt me; in retur…”