Alexandra

“To the kids: Be good to one another. You’re all you got now. Stick together and you’ll be fine. We are so proud of you. To Ruth: Making your coffee every morning was the greatest privilege of my life. I never once wanted anything more.”
― T.J. Newman, Drowning

“The passengers in the plane shifted, moving back to let others come forward to the windows for a look. In one window appeared a man wearing an open button-down flannel shirt. Standing in front of him was a young girl with long, wavy brown hair. The man put his hands on the girl’s shoulders and they both smiled. There was a familial comfort to their touch. And the little girl was an exact younger version of Chris. Fitz held a hand over the phone. “Someone go call the mama bear to let her know.”
― T.J. Newman, Drowning

“We have to get out. I have to get you out,” Kit pleaded with Ruth. Ruth laid a wrinkled hand on Kit’s cheek and waited until she had her attention. Ruth tilted her head with a small smile. “Going down with the ship means nothing to those two little girls, sweetheart. This is my choice. Not yours. I choose here. Now. With Ira.” Ruth pulled back, and this time Kit let her go. Kit stood there, numb, watching the old woman swim away, heading deeper into the plane.”
― T.J. Newman, Drowning

“Life is measured in birthdays. Graduations. Weddings. First steps. A first crush. A first kiss. Firsts, not lasts, are the tallies on a life’s scorecard.”
― T.J. Newman, Drowning