“Marko pressed the creased paper flat against the note stand, rested the pads of his fingers lightly over the top of the keys and began to play. I watched him at first, my eyes drinking in the gorgeous sight that… — Vanessa Garden Copy Share Image
“There were two people…things at the cave entrance,’ I whispered, shuffling as close to him as possible, my eyes trained on where the strangers… — Vanessa Garden Copy Share Image
“Marko pressed the creased paper flat against the note stand, rested the pads of his fingers lightly over the top of the keys and… — Vanessa Garden Copy Share Image
“You don’t like me, do you?’ he asked. ‘And yet, you liked it when I held your hand.’ I stood there, burning with humiliation.… — Vanessa Garden Copy Share Image
“Have you ever read Hans Christian Andersen’s story of The Little Mermaid, Miranda? Have you ever wanted something so badly that you were willing… — Vanessa Garden Copy Share Image
“Do I look that bad?’ I said, my voice quavering with the rejection that I was ashamed for even caring about. ‘Is that what… — Vanessa Garden Copy Share Image
