“Carrie? Hello?” “Keer-ee-eh,” I said, emphasizing the middle vowel. Normally, I don’t care if people mispronounce my name, unusual as it is, but I was annoyed at the distraction. “Like the song?” Turning, I leveled a glare at my interrupter. Not… — Genevieve Pearson Copy Share Image
“So what were you doing there?” Here’s the frustrating thing about Nate, one of those things that happy memories conveniently glossed over. A lot… — Genevieve Pearson Copy Share
“He was an Angel. He walked in Grace. When you meet one—and I’m sure someday you will—you’ll know it, too. When he told me,… — Genevieve Pearson Copy Share
“Carrie? Hello?” “Keer-ee-eh,” I said, emphasizing the middle vowel. Normally, I don’t care if people mispronounce my name, unusual as it is, but I was… — Genevieve Pearson Copy Share
