“Maria cries unashamedly on my shoulder while I whisper and pet her cheek, but Anastasia grips my other hand and stares fiercely back at our Alexander Palace with her wet blue eyes until it is no more than a lemon-colored… — Sarah Miller Copy Share Image
“She found Sterling pacing nervously within a spacious stall at the end of the row and spent the first few moments of their reunion with her arms around the mare’s neck. Sterling didn’t make any judgments. She nickered gently and… — Vivienne Savage Copy Share Image
