“Since you’ve been gone, Piper, I’ve become as bad with the sighing as Mom. Sometimes it’s the part of a sob that I jsut can’t hold back. Sometimes the sigh’s more like blowing out birthday candles to make a wish. And sometimes I do it hoping that it’ll make you appear—even for just one instant—to laugh at me and tell me to stop.”
— Kate Karyus Quinn
“Confession is good for the soul, they say. I’d imagine this is true. But my sins were too convoluted. And from the little I understand–too damning.”
— Kate Karyus Quinn