"There will always be the older white woman in Walmart who stared at us with sheer disgust, or the African-American mother who looked at us and just shook her head.”
"At 5:37 p.m. she was declared dead... If I can save one person’s life, or another family from going through the hell of losing a loved one, it will all be worth it."
"My friend rolled her eyes and laughed under her breath as she replied, 'Really? You need your husband’s permission? Gah. My husband and I never ask for permission. I just do my thing. And, he does his thing.”
"There are graphic photos of my face, and of the man who did this to me, my long-term ex-boyfriend who I was devoted to. A man who is trained day in and day out to kill efficiently and swiftly."
“I remember standing at the kitchen counter and the next memory is me opening my eyes and I’m lying on something red. I sat up and felt shattered glass falling on my chest from my face… I ran my hand down my chin and under my jaw where I felt something snag my finger.”
"I screamed ‘MY SISTER DIED!’ and I chucked a cup of water across the room. A wave of relief washed over me as I thought now that my sister is gone, there was no way God would take my husband too."
