" Come,” Sasha says again, kissing me, and I follow. I know that if I look back, I will see my body, old and withered, slumped on that bench in the snow, that if I wait, I will hear my daughters discover what has happened and begin to cry. So I do not look back. I hold on to my Sasha and kiss my lion’s throat. I have waited so, so long for this, to see them again. To feel like this, and I know my girls will be okay now. "

― Kristin Hannah , Winter Garden