“[He] walked away, but I stood there for a long time, wondering if I should go to my mother; if I should go to my friends; but instead I slipped into the corridors I hadn’t used in months, pushed my way through the cobwebs and darkness, trying to walk away from the tears that burned hot on my cheeks, because maybe I didn’t want to admit weakness; maybe I wanted to wallow in my solitude and grief. Or maybe crying is like everything else we do-it’s best if you don’t get caught.”

-Ally Carter (Cross My Heart and Hope to Spy)