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1 " I’ve got a loose tooth. Look.” She started pushing "
― Debbie Macomber , Borrowed Dreams
2 " into another room and returned a moment later. Carly was at the table, looking over the accounting books, pretending she knew what she was doing. Her bookkeeping classes had been years ago. “Is what happened last weekend still bothering you?” Carly shrugged. “I suppose you’ve guessed that I had a troubled childhood.” Her fingers rotated the pencil in nervous reaction, and she didn’t meet his eyes; instead, she focused her gaze on the light green sheets of the ledger. “The state took me away "
3 " For the first time since she died, I felt her presence instead of her absence. For two years my memories of her have been tied up with the agony of her death. I looked out at the ocean and felt a sense of life again. That desolate darkness I’d wrapped myself in was gone. The time had come to go back. Back to the world. Back to people. Back to my children. But mostly back to you. "
