We need in love, to practice only this: letting each other go. For holding on comes easily; we do not need to learn it.

Rainer Maria Rilke

Piper crept downstairs to the kitchen, her boots dangling off her fingertips so she could tread as softly as a cat. Mikhail was asleep in his bed. They'd spent all night making love, each time more desperate and hungry than the last. A tide of guilt rolled through her, battering her like waves in a cold, numbing way. But she ...