" That goddamn restaurant had claimed her from the day she was born and now she understood that she would never outrun it.
/June rested against the hood of the car, crossed her arms, and continued smoking, taking stock of the new shape of her life.
She was overworked and overtired and lonely. She missed the parents who had never truly understood her, missed the man who had never truly loved her, missed the future she thought she had been building for herself, missed the young girl she used to be. "
― Taylor Jenkins Reid , Malibu Rising