Bernice

“The worst day of our lives was the day we broke your heart.” The words strike deep and take away my ability to speak as we face-off, eye to eye, for the first time since the night that tore us apart. “If you thought we left willingly, that we would leave her willingly for the cause, you were fucking wrong. Of course, we cared, and we didn’t want to lose it, but we left,” he exhales another drag as my chest tightens unbearably, “we left willingly and gave her up temporarily because of the sacrifices you made for us, Tobias. For the years you spent doing everything for us, risking your life, for us, because that’s the type of man you taught us to be.” His voice shakes as he speaks, his eyes darting down at the gravel between us. “And we started missing your love and loyalty the minute we lost it.” He exhales a plume of smoke and lifts watery eyes back to mine. “The second worst day of our lives was the day you broke our hearts,”
― Kate Stewart, The Finish Line

“Trésor, I want to Halloweenie with you”
― Kate Stewart, The Finish Line

“But the truth is now…” Sean admits hoarsely, his teary eyes lifting to mine, “I just want my fucking brother back.”
― Kate Stewart, The Finish Line

“Are you originally from Minnesota?” “Wisconsin.” “What brought you to Minneapolis?” My facade is precarious at best. He brought me to Minneapolis.”
― Jewel E. Ann, The Homemaker