What was life asking of me? How could I respond when I didn't know the question?

“Better that he gets used to it,' he said.Used to what, the feeling of uncontrol…”

“Look at you, locked and loaded, like Mae West of the Motor City.”

“How did I get here How did I end up in the arms of a boy I barely knew but knew…”

“Well, I don't know, Lina. But let's just say I've met a lot of dead people.”