“I'm sorry," he says, his fingers closing around mine. "You shouldn't be looking at such..." "Such what?" I ask, a question that is rapidly chased by another. "And why not?" He glances down at the pictures, then tears his gaze… — Quenby Olson Copy Share Image
“I'm sorry," he says, his fingers closing around mine. "You shouldn't be looking at such..." "Such what?" I ask, a question that is rapidly… — Quenby Olson Copy Share Image
