“That's how long it had been since thirty-five year-old Frank DeLuca had been home. It was strange how little had changed in the old… — Lucinda DuBois Copy Share Image
“Frank wrapped his hand around the back of her neck and pulled her towards him.” — Lucinda DuBois Copy Share Image
“much. Things here rarely did. His childhood home seemed smaller, somehow, even though it looked exactly the same: a two-story, four bedroom, two bathroom,… — Lucinda DuBois Copy Share Image
