“He turns back to me, a strong hand swooping down and sculpting hair off my face, familiar looking arms curling back around me and cradling me into a chest harder and hotter than a mountain left baking in the Australian… — Poppet Copy Share Image
“He thought she might understand that you couldn't cure the throbbing of loss with reunion--you might only make it beat harder and hotter.” — Hester Kaplan Copy Share Image
