“I was written into that map as a landmark. Before I’d even known it, I’d been a part of this place, and it was increasingly hard to pretend it wasn’t a part of me. Something of it lived under my skin, indelible as a tattoo. It was the home that might have been and for the first time I felt the loss of it.”

“I was written into that map as a landmark. Before I’d even known it, I’d been a part of this place, and it was increasingly hard to pretend it wasn’t a part of me. Something of it lived under my skin, indelible as a tattoo. It was the home that might have been and for the first time I felt the loss of it.”

— Heidi Heilig