“stop running. If this had been a romance novel, this would be the end, the happily ever after, where the reader just knew all would be well—because they would have time, sweet time.” — Alicia Hunter Pace Copy Share Image
“Then I opened up the orange juice and ginger ale and poured some, half and half, over the ice I’d found in the kitchen.” — Alicia Hunter Pace Copy Share Image
“At ten minutes before eleven, Lanie slipped into her usual pew at Christ Episcopal Church. At least she hoped it was her pew. People… — Alicia Hunter Pace Copy Share Image
“stop running. If this had been a romance novel, this would be the end, the happily ever after, where the reader just knew all… — Alicia Hunter Pace Copy Share Image
