Maybe all the events of the last few months had occured for just one reason – to bring Thad and me together. Perhaps our being here on the Titanic wasn’t pre-destination, but rather, destiny.

There are a million things one might do with a block of wood. But what do you think might happen if someone, just once, believed in it?

Mrs. Reed grabbed Kayla’s wrist. “Good. You haven’t gotten that damned tattoo. Whatever you do, don’t let them make you get it.

Your life is an occasion. Rise to it.