“She'd always imagined an autumn wedding: russet leaves and black velvets and dancing to Fred Astaire.” — Hazel Gaynor Copy Share Image
“Reluctant to return to the empty rooms of Bluebell Cottage, Olivia ate fish and chips on the harbor wall, dangling her legs… — Hazel Gaynor Copy Share Image
“She woke to the sound of the sea, the sound of home. A cool breeze floated through the open window, carrying a… — Hazel Gaynor Copy Share Image
“On the floor beside the spare pillow that had tumbled from the bed in her sleep was a single yellow flower. Five… — Hazel Gaynor Copy Share Image
“As her dreams intensified, the red-haired girl became so real to Olivia that she found herself absentmindedly sketching her image during the… — Hazel Gaynor Copy Share Image
