Let’s go with the wheat and rye. She’s shorter than me so looking up should throw her off her game.” “Are you hiding the bread?” “If I don’t hide the bread, then she’ll think she’s won.” Morgan pushed the cart over to the produce.

Morgan may be autistic, but he is a normal man with a mental condition, not a mental condition who is a man.

The light is a funny thing, Grant. We think it shows us what we need to see, but in reality, it blinds us. That’s why I brought you here. I wanted you to see me.

Swatches of color to close the wounds. Lines to tie it down. Layers upon layers, until the sound of their voices formed a hum.

All I could do was suck in air through my gaping mouth and pray I wouldn’t pass out.

The light is a funny thing, Grant. We think it shows us what we need to see, but in reality, it blinds us.

You better be glad that thing is attached, or it would follow me home. Then I’d have to keep it.

We’d slipped beyond the real world and hovered where darkness and light made love to create the colors in the universe.

Truth built on a lie is still a lie.

I don’t have money, but you do, so you can buy yourself everything I can’t.” He put his finger over my lips, stopping another reply. “But there are some things money can’t get you. Things I know you’ve never had.” His touch followed the curve of my mouth, sending a shiver through me. “That’s what I have to offer you, if you’ll give me the chance.