Tragic tales rarely do make sense.

“How many times can a heart be shattered and still be pieced back together? How …”

“He had touched her. Bare skin to bare skin. She needed a bleach wipe. She would…”

“We ran on the fuel of youth and hormones and ignorant arrogance, imagining we h…”

“Liza took her time sipping her tea. “That’s what I hear Janet. Of course, livin…”