Elissa cleared her throat. “I won’t hate you,” she said. “Whatever you do, I won’t end up hating you.” […] “Whatever you do, it doesn’t make a difference.” Linked, pp 249 -250

Elissa became aware that she had both hands held out in front of her, as if to push the sight away, as if to make it not real, not true, not THERE. She’d known they...

He moved now, A tiny jerk of movement, and Elissa saw what she hadn’t grasped before. that his fingers showed white and bloodless against he dark blue of his jacket, that his face was so...