“When he looked over, Emma had her head tipped back against the tree, and was humming as she watched the clouds move through the branches. Peter realized then how alone they each were. It was just that now they were… — Jennifer E. Smith Copy Share Image
“He'd come back to her, it was true. He was the one to walk out of the woods and onto the beach, to cross… — Jennifer E. Smith Copy Share Image
“That's the thing about flying: You could talk to someone for hours and never even know his name, share your deepest secrets and then… — Jennifer E. Smith Copy Share Image
“Now Hadley presses her forehead against the window of the taxi and once again finds herself smiling at the thought of him. He's like… — Jennifer E. Smith Copy Share Image
“He's looking at her like she's the answer to some sort of riddle.” — Jennifer E. Smith Copy Share Image
“Well," he begins, sitting up a bit taller, "I was being quite gallant, actually, and offered to help with her suitcase. And then we… — Jennifer E. Smith Copy Share Image
“The only time it doesn't help to imagine the sky is when you're thirty thousand feet in the air with nowhere to go but… — Jennifer E. Smith Copy Share Image
“Emma knew that she'd always been on the wrong side of the line that separated her from her parents, from Patrick and Annie and… — Jennifer E. Smith Copy Share Image
“Hadley knows this isn’t some Disney movie. Her parents aren’t ever getting back together” — Jennifer E. Smith Copy Share Image
“If you were to draw a map of the two of them, of where they started out and where they would both end up,… — Jennifer E. Smith Copy Share Image
“She wishes that it were true, all of it. That it were more than just a story. That is was their story.” — Jennifer E. Smith Copy Share Image
“There's a formula for how long it takes to get over someone, that it's half as long as the time you've been together.” — Jennifer E. Smith Copy Share Image
“True," he says. "But I'm able to supplement it with my wealth of British intelligence and charm." "Right," Hadley says. "Charm. When do I… — Jennifer E. Smith Copy Share Image
