"They lead "still" lives, waiting. - Myrna Landers Waiting for what? - Armand Gamache Waiting for someone to save them. Expecting someone to save t… - Louise Penny

The near enemy. It’s a psychological concept. Two emotions that look the same but are actually opposites. The one parades as the other, is mistaken for the other, but one is healthy and the other’s sick, twisted.

he’d come to agree with Sister Prejean that no one was as bad as the worst thing they’d done.

Grief took a terrible toll. It was paid at every birthday, every holiday, each Christmas. It was paid when glimpsing the familiar handwriting, or a hat, or a balled-up sock. Or hearing a creak that could have been, should have been, a footstep. Grief took its toll each morning, each evening, every noon hour as those who were left behind struggled forward.