I had to stop a minute, and when I continued, my voice was hoarse, "He's said some w-wonderful things to me. I don't want to lose those memories in a bunch of ugly ones. I keep debating whether I should quit while I'm ahead but I'm hanging in here because I promised him - and myself - that I wouldn't run anymore, that I was going to dig my feet in and fight for this.
pg258, Reflected in You by Sylvia Day















