“What were you doing all those years, after you disappeared?' Doug paused, unsure of his words. 'After she died.' Grace looked at the grave across the space she had been too weak to cross. 'I was learning to make music.” — Abigail Easton Copy Share Image
“She thought of his boat silhouetted against the horizon and the image of him hurrying toward her through the fog.” — Abigail Easton Copy Share Image
“Hoping in vain that the wound would be enough to kill her - and knowing she was too much a coward to bleed any more than this - Grace continued snipping at her hair.” — Abigail Easton Copy Share
“What were you doing all those years, after you disappeared?' Doug paused, unsure of his words. 'After she died.' Grace looked at the grave… — Abigail Easton Copy Share Image
“She thought of his boat silhouetted against the horizon and the image of him hurrying toward her through the fog.” — Abigail Easton Copy Share Image
