“Around two in the afternoon, the telephone in my room rang. I’d just laid down to rest. It was Chris. “Darling, I can’t stop worrying about what might happen. I think your fears are getting to me. Have patience. I’ll… — V.C. Andrews Copy Share Image
“There’s a garden in the sky, waiting there for me. It’s a garden that Chris and I imagined years ago, while we lay on a hard black slate roof and stared up at the sun and the stars. He’s up… — V.C. Andrews Copy Share Image
