“Betia kissed my forehead. "I won't leave unless you ask me to. I-" Her lips touched mine chastely. "The future will come.… — Amelia Atwater-Rhodes Copy Share Image
“You don't have to speak. Words fade," she whispered. "I know that better than anyone. Words are forgotten; they are regretted.Unnecessary. I… — Amelia Atwater-Rhodes Copy Share Image
“Betia laughed a little, shaking her head. She leaned forward and kissed my cheek as she grabbed my hands and pulled me… — Amelia Atwater-Rhodes Copy Share Image
