“But her tears wouldn't come. And right now, more than anything, she wanted to bellow her rage like an irate newborn forced to leave its mother's womb, loud and lusty enough to echo downstairs. Let them hear the sound of… — Kate Breslin Copy Share Image
“Hope-it was a fire that lit the soul, a belief in both the impossible and in everything imaginable, the budding anticipation of joy, waiting… — Kate Breslin Copy Share Image
“But her tears wouldn't come. And right now, more than anything, she wanted to bellow her rage like an irate newborn forced to leave… — Kate Breslin Copy Share Image
