Mom studied Tracy’s outfit: green cargo pants, black hooded jacket, and hair pulled back in a fancy braid. “Who are you dressed as?” “Katniss Everdeen,” Tracy said as she turned around and struck a pose. “My bow and arrows are in my car.

I would, for once, focus on me.

It was pretty clear who was winning this battle. Even though it wasn’t a competition. But part of me felt like it was. Which one of us could survive without the other?

She had two kinds of laughter: One was a normal chuckle, while the other was this boisterous, head-flailing-back laughter. If I had only one goal in life, it would be to make her laugh loudly every day.

No necesitaba el aplauso de un equipo o de toda una multitud para hacer lo que le gustaba.

Sure, I had missed her. But it was more the memory of her.

But family doesn’t have to be blood relations only. I think family is more a state of mind.

Oh, Darcy!′ Fitz grabbed Darcy by the collar. ‘You have such a way with the ladies.

You go away and I can’t think straight. It’s amazing I can even get up in the morning.

But that’s the thing with the what-if game – you really can never know the answer to the question. And maybe it’s better that way.