Everything I knew was ripped apart.
I saw it all differently. All the lies, my mother’s , my father’s..
He was all I had left,
Even when I doubted him , even when I wounded him…
Peter was true.
“We could run away,” he said, speaking her mind before she’d quite reached the thought. He came even closer, almost touching his forehead to hers.
“Run away with me,” he repeated the words, smiling a real smile, full and dark, in that terrifying way he had, as though his actions were self-contained, as though there were no consequences. She wanted to be a part of his rippleless world.
Red Riding Hood, Sarah Blakley-Cartwright and David Leslie Johnson, page 87