You want to know the secret to raising good kids?” “What’s that? asked Thomas. “High expectations.” Thomas laughed. “Alright, well what’s the secret to a happy marriage?” Clyde smiled back, but his face started to fall, and he chose h...
Their faces were contorted with a horror only known to those who have silenced their consciences.
Scars are something of a body’s memoir.
The years of his life had not been gentle, and there was something untamable about him; his eyes seemed to say everything and nothing at all, almost as if they spoke a dying language few could appreciate or even understand.
It takes a day to fall in love and a lifetime to forget.
Thomas had never seen anything like her in his life, and he knew, with a beautiful sort of sadness, that he never would again.
