“… He was clearly part of her, having been ripped away so quickly and without any chance of ever coming back, she knew, it was like her body had been torn in half, but worse yet, because if he was half of her, he wasn’t a cut and dry half. Not the top or the bottom, not the left or right, but rather mixed all into the different parts of her. He was a little bit of her earlobes, a little piece of her lungs, a portion of every red blood cell. And now, with his share no longer there to hold up the rest, to keep it sticky loved up together, she was aching from her teeth to her toenails…”