“Mrs. Latham patted Hayley's knee with a frail, liver-spotted hand. ''I'm sure you do, dear. And I'm afraid those kinds of losses don't get… — Carol Rose Copy Share Image
“Oakleigh. Never, the wrinkled caretaker had sworn, would Daniel sell his home. Taking him away from the house he'd been born in would kill… — Carol Rose Copy Share Image
“Mrs. Latham, president of the Victorian Oaks Preservation Society, hadn't said much about the nature of this meeting when she'd called a week ago.… — Carol Rose Copy Share Image
“It was fun playing with fire, but she wasn’t a girl who liked to get burned.” — Carol Rose Copy Share Image
