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Wyatt raised an eyebrow. "What did you do?"
"I poked the bear."
He groaned. "That sounds like you, Bree."
"And you," she retorted.
"I can't argue with that."

Maybe it was more about control than structure. Damon had been used as a pawn between his parents. They'd forgotten that they had a child who needed both of them. It had been more about winning than parenting. And Damon had not had the power to change that.

"But...it might get worse before it gets better, Sophie."
"Can it get any worse?"
"That's not a question you want to ask."

"You're an optimist. That's not a bad thing."
"It is when you're constantly getting hit in the face with reality. I'm like a cartoon character, who keeps taking a pie in the face because she can't seem to figure out when to duck."
He smiled. "You have been pretty good at ducking. And there's no way you could have predicted all this was going to happen.”

“About staying in the moment?"
"Yes."
"Easier to say than to do, but I will try. I just need to stop thinking that the good things will last, because they usually don't. Maybe if I were less optimistic, I wouldn't get hit so hard by disappointment."

"I don't know when it will stop hurting."
"It hasn't been that long, and it probably won't ever completely go away, Sophie. But you already know that…”

“He was good at compartmentalizing and letting bad memories go."
"You're good at that, too."
"It comes with the job we both did. It's hard to survive if you don't lock some things away."

“You did good back there, too, Sophie. You didn't panic."
"I didn't have time. I don't even think I was breathing.”

“I don't feel smart right now; I feel—numb."
"That will wear off. Just keep breathing. Some days that's all you can do.”

He grabbed her arm. "Stop. I promise that you will have a chance to lose it, Sophie. You'll be able to rant and rave and scream and cry—whatever you want to do, but not now. Now, we have to get to a safe place. Can you stay with me?”