Maybe, the hope said. Maybe.

“So: outside, and to the black rush of the Presumpscot River.To freedom.For me, …”

“My anger is ebbing away now, replace with a crazy grief for the stupid, dumb, t…”

“Juliet!' I whip around but not quickly enough. She's swallowed by the crowd, th…”

“And now I know why they invented words for love, why they had to: It's the only…”