“ No Son [. . .] Not a traitor to your country. Much worse. A traitor to your soul. ”
Killers aren't always assassins. Sometimes, they don't even have blood on their hands.
~ Ruta Sepetys
Good men are often more practical than pretty said Mother. Andrius just happens to be both.
How did I get here How did I end up in the arms of a boy I barely knew but knew I didn't want to lose I wondered what I would have thought of Andrius in Lithuania. Would I have liked him Would he have liked me
I felt as if I were riding a pendulum. Just as I would swing into the abyss of hopelessness, the pendulum would swing back with some small goodness.
