“Her real purse was shoved under the passenger seat, stuffed full of receipts and Kleenex and hand sanitizer and Band-Aids and cough drops and an emergency flashlight and anything else that any person in the world might need from her… — Victoria Helen Stone Copy Share Image
“I don’t regret it. I loved every second.” Her hands were shaking as she set the phone down on the bed. This wasn’t about… — Victoria Helen Stone Copy Share Image
“You never have?” “No,” he said immediately, but the silence that followed that decisive answer eroded the edges of it. “Are you sure?” “I… — Victoria Helen Stone Copy Share Image
“Love was temporary. So was lust. And happiness, confidence, trust. And marriage. Especially that” — Victoria Helen Stone Copy Share Image
“Life had a way of seeping into the seams of a marriage and slowly prying them open,” — Victoria Helen Stone Copy Share Image
“We could do what we want, Noah. This doesn’t have to change anything. No one has to know.” The words tripped from her without… — Victoria Helen Stone Copy Share Image
“Her real purse was shoved under the passenger seat, stuffed full of receipts and Kleenex and hand sanitizer and Band-Aids and cough drops and… — Victoria Helen Stone Copy Share Image
“And what did you say to that?” she asked, just the question causing enough of a wound that it felt as if her heart… — Victoria Helen Stone Copy Share Image
“Aren’t you worried?” “About what?” “You know what.” There was warmth in his words, as if he were remembering. “I doubt anyone would care,”… — Victoria Helen Stone Copy Share Image
