“It really is like she’s here, isn’t it?” Polly said with a sense of wonder that reminded him of their early days together.
Chris ran his hands along the blue quilt. “She is. She’s always here.”
A note from the author
I had a great deal on my mind while writing this novel, and I tried to put as much of it on the page as I could without getting heavy-handed about any of it. Several readers saw this novel before publication, and each had a somewhat different interpretation of it.
I would be very interested in yours. If you have a moment, e-mail me at laronica@fictionstudio.com with your thoughts.
Thanks.