Jennifer Haigh

“The story of my family. . .changes with the teller.”

“I wanted only a familiar voice, someone who knew me. Not some earlier, larval version of myself. . .”

“Destiny, she’d learned, was written in the heavens; a person couldn’t take what the universe didn’t wish to give.”

“I open my heart to her and lay it on the table.”

“It was a lesson most people learned much earlier; that even friendship could have an undisclosed shelf life. That loyalty and affection, so consuming and powerful, could dissipate like fog.”