As Long As We Don't Die, This

Anything That Happens All At Once Is Just As Likely To Unhappen All At Once, You Know?

No Headboards Were Broken.

And I Wrote My Way Out Of The Labyrinth.

Grief Does Not Change You, Hazel. It Reveals You.

What Can We Do?" Mom Asked Again. I Shrugged. But She Kept Asking, As If There Were Something She Could Do, Until I Just Kind Of Crawled Across The Couch Into Her Lap And My Dad Came Over And Held My Legs Really Tight And I Wrapped My Arms All The Way Around My Mom's Middle And They Held On To Me For Hours While The Tide Rolled In.