We started being "we" before we were born. — Ann Brashares

Still, the Pants promised us there was time. Nothing would be lost. There was all year if we needed it. We had all the way until next summer, when we would take out the Traveling Pants and, together or apart, begin again.

"it's easier to be mad at the people you trust. Because you know they'll always love you, no matter what."

And someplace under that, she was sad that people like Bee and Kostos, who had lost everything, were still open to love, and she, who'd lost nothing, was not.