“That's how long it had been since thirty-five year-old Frank DeLuca had been home. It was strange how little had changed in… — Lucinda DuBois Black hair Copy Share Image
“Frank wrapped his hand around the back of her neck and pulled her towards him.” — Lucinda DuBois Frank Copy Share Image
“Love. Safety. Disappointment. Loss. Pain. Abandonment.” — Lucinda DuBois Abandonment Copy Share Image
“much. Things here rarely did. His childhood home seemed smaller, somehow, even though it looked exactly the same: a two-story, four bedroom,… — Lucinda DuBois Cape cod Copy Share Image
