I didn’t think it worked like that. I thought love was supposed to happen when you least expected it, like a sap to the skull.

The truth is messy. It's raw and uncomfortable. You can't blame people for preferring lies.

Telling Sam and Daneca feels like peeling off my own skin to expose everything underneath. It hurts.

This, the language of deception, we both understand. We were born to it, along with the curses.