Maybe I'm not perfect. Maybe I have a long way to go. But someday...someday I'll be able to stand and walk on my own. Without hurting anyone...and without being a burden.
He never spoke of his father to her, ever, unless it was two hours past midnight and he’d forgotten himself entirely, so tired that all the history between them settled into uneasy slumber. That it could slumber at all, and so regularly, still astounded him.