“The weary Italian woman nodded at her children behind her. “Where we came from, everybody lives only one kind of life. Alessandro said he wanted his children to choose the life, not the life to choose the children. And also,”… — Paullina Simons Copy Share Image
“You think she needs a chaperone?” When they didn’t answer, the nun tutted disapprovingly. “Let me explain something to you, Mrs. Attaviano, and I… — Paullina Simons Copy Share
When Tatiana looked up from her ice cream, she saw a soldier staring at her from across the street. — Paullina Simons Copy Share
“You want to know what I thought of in that boat? I thought, I have to stay alive. Tatiasha will never forgive me.” — Paullina Simons Copy Share
Tatiana had imagined her Alexander since she was a child, before she believed that someone like him was even possible. When she was a… — Paullina Simons Copy Share
“Alexander: “First we will send the frontovik into the streets with guns. When they are dead, we will send me, with a tank, like… — Paullina Simons Copy Share
“Have a joke for me Tania," he says, "I could use a joke." "Hmm." She thinks, looks at him, looks to see where Anthony… — Paullina Simons Copy Share
I'm going to die with Alexander's hand on my face, Tatiana thought. That is not a bad way to die. I cannot move. I… — Paullina Simons Copy Share
“They came with their children, for no one left the children behind - it was for the children they had come, wanting to give… — Paullina Simons Copy Share
We can’t forget that I owe you my life.” She gazed at him. “We can’t forget that I belong to you.” “I like that… — Paullina Simons Copy Share
“Come on,” he said quietly, bending to her and lifting her whole into his arms. He carried her inside. After setting her down next… — Paullina Simons Copy Share
Alexander knew that before he had light instead of darkness, he had to deserve light instead of darkness. — Paullina Simons Copy Share
“What a prison you have set up for me with your first love.” She put her arms tighter around him and said teasingly, “Oh,… — Paullina Simons Copy Share
Please stop looking at me, she thought, afraid of his eyes and terrified of her own heart. — Paullina Simons Copy Share
“We’re moving cities, we’re changing our name just like this hotel. You call that all right?” “Yes,” she said. “We still have each other.… — Paullina Simons Copy Share
