Every soul who walks through the door.

He doesn't love softly. He loves with a knife in his hand.

Pretty enough to disarm you. Patient enough to wait you out.

Born from two psychopaths. Determined to be neither.

He's the first person who wasn't afraid of her last name.

The first one born into a house that knew how to love her back.

He's been chasing them so long he's started dreaming in their handwriting.

The one friend who never asked her to be smaller.

Three generations of therapy. One impossible family.