She felt as if she bled her regret and loneliness from her very pores, and yet she could not shape those feelings into any sentiment she could imagine her parents could bear reading.

“Trains are great dirty smoky things," said Will. "You won't like it." Tessa was…”

“I’d rather have you in my life even as a brother than not at all—”

“Excellent. I've been told I have a lovely, melodic reading voice." He flipped t…”

“Silence.”