“As Jane looked around her, she felt that dissatisfied feeling she often experienced when she was somewhere new and lovely. She couldn't quite articulate it except with the words "if only I were here". This little beachside cafe was so… — Liane Moriarty Copy Share Image
“Neither of them noticed Jane for a moment, which was for the best, as Jane looked like parts of her had been ripped up and flung into the wind. While Hunter smiled at Savannah, little pieces of Jane fluttered down… — Janette Rallison Copy Share Image
