" Accusations cropped up in her thoughts. I should have checked on him before; I should have known something was wrong; I should have taken better care of him!!
Beryl nestled her lips close to the tender spot behind Lyle’s ear and kissed him. She breathed in the scent of him—powdery and soft, like the promise of spring rain—and keened quietly into the crook of his neck. "

― Jenny Knipfer , In a Grove of Maples (Sheltering Trees #1)