• Into the silence rips a sound that makes me let go of Max's hand and cover my ears. It is like the strafe of a bullet, nails on a chalkboard, promises being broken. It's a note I have never heard - this chord of pure pain - and it takes a moment to realize it is coming from me.

    Jodi Picoult (2014). “Sing You Home: A Novel”, p.25, Simon and Schuster