“Please, God, you can’t do this to me, or to Chris! There’s not a better man alive than Chris . . . you must know that . . .” And then I was sobbing. For my father had been a… — V.C. Andrews Copy Share Image
“I stayed to spy on them. I heard my mother moaning, and crying out for Chris. Then she surprised me. “Momma, where has Momma gone, Chris? It’s been so long since she visited us, months, months, and the twins don’t… — V.C. Andrews Copy Share Image
