Catherine O'Flynn

He was glad some of the pain was fading, had already faded so much since the first year. But it seemed more to be a trade off: with the pain went details and memories. People had said, ‘Time heals,’ but he realized time didn’t heal, time just eroded and confused, and he didn’t think that was the same thing at all.

I don’t know – I suppose if you’re very unhappy at home, anywhere is better than there.

Our absence is what remains of us.

She found the evenings long and empty, and the nights worse. She dreaded the weekends.

She realized that was one of the things she liked about Green Oaks – nobody knew her. She wasn’t the quiet girl from class. She wasn’t the girl with no mom or dad.

I hate it here. I hate the way everyone looks at you. I hate the way everyone looks.