" Maybe he should go after her. Maybe he hadn’t tried hard enough. Maybe she was missing him as much as he missed her. Finding her would be a challenge, but that had never stopped him before. Surely she’d left a forwarding address with the post office. But no. That’s what her psycho, controlling late husband would have done: hunt her down. She needed to be free to make her own choice. And she had. "
― Denise Hunter , Falling Like Snowflakes (Summer Harbor, #1)