“ My sister don't talk much. When she does, it's only to me, in moth-winged whispers, and only when we're alone. Emily Murdoch
“ My emotions swirl like leaves caught in the breath of a dust devil, and the only thing I can seem to hold onto is the anger. Emily Murdoch
“ My life's a tangle of past and present, like two separate puzzles with their pieces tumbled together. Nothing fits. Emily Murdoch
“ I take my hand back, like a leaf letting go. It hurts too much to hang on. So why does it hurt so much to let go? Emily Murdoch
