There are some wounds unreachable by words, some sins immune to apology.

The girl I’d been just an hour ago was gone; she’d been obliterated. I had no idea who I was, now.

I felt numb, I felt empty. I was a shell, an abandoned chrysalis, a tomb lying in wait for the dead

No, I thought. No way. I love her too much. I would never do that. And then again, those two words, her voice, exploding inside my head: “Tyler, wait!

I want to rewind the clock, take back the night when the world shattered. I want to erase everything that went wrong.

being a good mother does not mean being perfect every single moment. we screw up. we get mad, we drink too much, eat too much, yell too much. a good mother learns from her mistakes and does what she can to not let them happen over and over.