"I know I can do it," Todd Downey said, helping himself to another ear of corn from the steaming bowl. "I'm sure that in time, every bit of her will be gone and her death will be a mystery... even to me."
Sometimes love is a very simple question, like what Noah asked: "What do you want?" We don't love for parents. We don't love for house. We don't love for money. It is just what you want, the person. If one day, when I wake up, my girl tells me: "Sorry, what I want is not you." Maybe I can understand then.