You stared at the stranger in front of you and decided,
categorically, that this was no longer your son. Or you made the decision to find whatever scraps of
your child you still could in what he had become.
Was that even really a choice, if you were a mother?

“Neither of us, it turns out, has been the only one who lost someone she loved.”

“Love is the most dangerous craving of all, if you ask me. It turns us into peop…”

“I realized it was like looking into the sun—you shouldn't do it, because you'd …”

“In the space between yes and no, there's a lifetime. It's the difference betwee…”