Marah will come looking for me one day, Kate had said, pressing the journal into my hands. Be with her when she reads it. And my boys… show them these words when they can’t remember me.

Vianne knelt down beside Sarah, she felt for a pulse and found none. The silence turned sour, thick; all Vianne could think about was the sound of this child's laughter and how empty the world would be without it.

Some lives are not ours to hold on to; God makes His choices without us.

When he finally found the words to express himself, his grief had shown itself to be bottomless, terrifying.