I’d trade my hand all over again to take back everything I did and hear him call me Sunshine.

“Nothing is perfect. It's not even good yet. But maybe.”

“I wished my mother was here tonight, which is stupid, because it's an impossibl…”

“You didn’t get a choice in what happened to you. Neither didwe. But you have a …”

“What’d you wish?” “I can’t tell you that!” I say indignantly. “Why not?” “Becau…”