But who is ever fair in an argument?

— A.B. Shepherd

Hesitating, I stood in the doorway to the room holding the proof of my sin.

— A.B. Shepherd

I felt like I was an arrow, pulled back and ready to be launched into something big.

— A.B. Shepherd

I felt like I was living two lives. One in the present and one in the past.

— A.B. Shepherd

... I’m tired of everyone looking at me with pity in their eyes. I’m tired of feeling like my heart is being ripped out of my chest every damned day. Furthermore, I’m tired of waking up in the morning, and then remembering...

— A.B. Shepherd

In a spirit of hope and new beginnings, we linked arms like a couple of kids. Pushing aside sad thoughts, we strode off into our future.

— A.B. Shepherd

I no longer knew what was real and what wasn’t. The lines between reality and delusion had become so blurred.

— A.B. Shepherd

I sometimes wish I could spontaneously combust. Burn until nothing but ash is left, to be washed away by the wind and the rain.

— A.B. Shepherd

I wanted to soothe and comfort her, the way she had comforted her daughters.

— A.B. Shepherd

I wiggled and squirmed in my seat as if I had ants in my pants, but in reality it was merely impatience.

— A.B. Shepherd