“Olivia watched him through a blur of tears, despising the futility of it. For there was nothing she could say to comfort… — Laura Lee Guhrke Copy Share Image
“Hate and anger were what had kept him alive. He had fed on them for so long, they were the only emotions he recognized, the only ones he still knew how to feel. And yet, right now, surrounded by the warmth of the three precious girls who were using him as a pillow, hate seemed very far away, crowded out… — Laura Lee Guhrke Copy Share
“He imagined her upstairs in her room, lying in bed with her hair spread across the pillow, that nightgown with the pearl… — Laura Lee Guhrke Copy Share Image
