“All her life she’d been terrified that her father would disappear the way her mother had. That feeling had dissipated as she headed into her teens, but she’d replayed the same game with Griff. Hoping if she said the right… — Fiona Davis Copy Share Image
“The apartment she both loved and hated. Loved for its tall French casement windows, for its Wolf range and spacious closets. Loved for the… — Fiona Davis Copy Share
“Even if the gifts her mother ultimately gave her were a disappointment—a pincushion or a dreary pinafore—the unwrapping was always a delight.” — Fiona Davis Copy Share
“All her life she’d been terrified that her father would disappear the way her mother had. That feeling had dissipated as she headed into… — Fiona Davis Copy Share
“She finished updating the ledgers and was about to head out to inspect the turndown of the guests’ rooms when a man rapped on… — Fiona Davis Copy Share
“The dementia ward had lavender-colored walls and locked doors. A large black carpet had been placed in front of the elevator. One of the… — Fiona Davis Copy Share
“Did you know there are dozens of terrible names for old women? Crone, cat lady, hag, battle-ax. But there’s no male equivalent.” — Fiona Davis Copy Share
“Besides, she was always the type to dig in, to nest. What made Rose happiest was sitting in a comfy armchair on a rainy… — Fiona Davis Copy Share
“When she added that graduates were known for having a “natural physical endowment,” Darby could have sworn she looked right at her, and not… — Fiona Davis Copy Share
“Don’t you dare project your own fears onto me.” Her nostrils flared. “I reject them. If you’re lonely and scared, you better deal with… — Fiona Davis Copy Share
“She could tell people what to do and sound authoritative, even if underneath it all was a fear of being discovered, found out, a… — Fiona Davis Copy Share
