Jude was good. But he let his fear and jealousy get to him.” Daniel shrugged. “‘Fear leads toanger. Anger leads to hate. Hate leads to the dark side.

Everything just feels so empty without her. She was more a parent to me than my birth parents were. She took me in, fed, dressed me, but most importantly, she treated me with respect. She...

And the open road rolled out in front of us.

Reality wasn’t as important as people made it out to be; to Jude it was simply the physical state in which he found himself, an environment he had limited control over.

At least you died and went to heaven

I still love her.

Family tragedies had a way of smashing everything apart and then gluing it all back together. The problem was no one ever knew how long the glue would hold.

Through pictures, we cut reality in pieces. We selected only the choicest moments, discarding the rest as if they’d never happened.

The idea was a splinter in my mind. Always there, always stinging,even when I wasn’t conscious of it. Even when I wasn’t thinking about it.

I’ll always come to you.