Mac likes to say, We’re Mackenzies. We break what we touch. But this little Mackenzie… he broke me.

A flower bloomed already wilting. Beginning its life with an early ending.

You make me want to do things I’ve never done before. Never wanted to do before,’ she whispered.

over” your daughter’s death by now. The people who squawk the loudest about suchthings have almost never had to get over anything. Or at least not anything that was genuinely, mind-fuckingly, soul-crushingly life altering. Some...