It, Shep does his ordering for the department and for himself all from the same manufacturer.
Go one of two ways—an underachieving drunk or an overachieving workaholic. Since
Considers this case a slam dunk. So you’re pleading not guilty, Quincy said.
But I’m still the child of an abusive alcoholic and we don’t make great parent material.
You have to have faith...I know it's hard, but at some point, you have to believe. Some people are evil, some people will hurt you, but not everyone will. And trying to stay safe by going at it alone...
What’s the last thing you remember? I ask instead. Dancing. You were at a bar, a nightclub? In Boston? It takes her a bit, but finally, Y-y-yes. Did you drink too much? A small hiccup I take to be yes...
To pry would involve being told an answer I didn’t want to hear. So I didn’t pry.
So let's catch this son of a bitch, so I can return to my classes, and finish up my degree. Then I'll join law enforcement, neglect my own family, and the cycle will be complete.
Shallow graves took on a life of their own. And eventually, all bodies did what they were meant to do. Decay. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust. Disappearing back into the earth, until months later, a uniq...
People with a history of depression often appear happiest right before they commit suicide. Not because their depression has passed, but because they’ve finally chosen a course of action.
People think they want knowledge. Until they have it, of course.
It’s a tough moment when you have to confront the level of your own complacency. I
I wonder if that’s how I look to others; like I’m normal and functional, too, when in fact, I feel completely emptied out.
His job already had him lying and manipulating me. My past had me lying and manipulating him. Both of us thought we were right.
Her hand now rested on the top of her left thigh. Where she had the knife strapped, he guessed, and immediately felt his gut tighten with a shot of good, old-fashioned male lust. He did not know why a...
Family is family. Even if you hate them, it’s hard to let go.
Fabric, she volunteered, kicking the large box ruefully. Occupational hazard, I’m afraid. For a client or ‘just because’? Both, she admitted. It always starts as an order for a client, then next thing...
Being a survivor didn’t just mean being strong. It meant being lonely.
Because what is love if not an exercise in faith.Because what is love if not perseverance.Because what is love if not forgiveness.
And how many episodes of being not yourself do you get before people figure out this is who you really are? I