" Some days, Rafe Sullivan hated his job. The elegantly dressed woman seated in front of him had tears streaming down her face, and her once-flawless makeup was running in black streams down her cheeks. He slid the box of tissues closer to her, but she was too busy sobbing and clutching "

― Bella Andre , The Way You Look Tonight (Seattle Sullivans, #2; The Sullivans, #10)