Stephanie Kuehn

“You have a history of starving yourself," he says gently.I lift my head. I meet his gaze. "I have a history that I don't like to talk about.”

“That felt meaningful somehow, like the words on the pages ached for him to know their sorrow.”

“You wanted to live," he says."You say that like it's a good thing. A virtue.""What is it really?"I think about this. "Selfish.""Wanting to live is selfish?""Yes.”