Maria

“know better than to let the unknown ruin a magical moment. I look at Sawyer and smile.”
― Jessica Peterson, Sawyer

“Who did this to you?” I gesture to her face. She looks up at me. “What do you mean?” Despite the way my heart is going apeshit, I keep my voice calm. “Who made you cry? Who hurt you? Please tell me, Ava.”
― Jessica Peterson, Sawyer

“Ava, I don’t know if I’ve ever been in love.” It’s all I can do not to gasp. “Really?” “Really. I’m worried—sometimes I think I’m gonna die without knowing what that’s like, falling for someone so completely that it takes over your life. I’ve always believed that kind of love—the kind my parents had—is what makes life living. Now, the love I have for my daughter—that’s its own thing. Deep and wonderful and just, yeah, mind-blowing in its own way. But I still feel like something’s missing. I want to commit to someone.” He pauses. “I want someone to commit to me. None of that wishy-washy bullshit I’ve experienced in the past. I want the real deal—in sickness, health, all of it. I’m ready, Ava.”
― Jessica Peterson, Sawyer

“want my independence, but I also want to be known and seen and heard the way Sawyer knows me, sees me, hears me.”
― Jessica Peterson, Sawyer