Catherine Cowles

“That’s one of the greatest gifts a person can give another. The freedom to be who they truly are.”

“Careful, Hayes, I might start to think you like me a little bit.”
“Heaven forbid.”

We weren’t even together, and I could already see myself following her wherever she went. Because, all of a sudden, I couldn’t imagine my life without her.

“You showed me that there is more power in facing the ghosts and tearing them down, than pretending they don’t exist.”

“No running, okay?”
I didn’t look away. “I’ll run if that’s what keeps you safe.”
His expression turned stony. “You run, and I’ll just follow.”

My therapist had drilled into me that I needed to celebrate every win, no matter how small.

Something about it slayed me.

A laugh escaped Hallie, light and almost musical. It caught on the air, sending a shiver over me.

I’d have to remember that.

It’s a trick I learned with my therapist. If I picture what I’m about to do in my head, imagine all the possibilities, it helps. That probably makes me sound crazy.”