She was trying to sound tough and impatient, but she knew that vulnerable desire to be wooed was still brimming in her tone.

It's the craziest thing, but I can't stop thinking about you.

It had been an awful thing to lose Henry the first time, to matrimony, but to discover what a false front he was capable of was another kind of blow, and it had left her almost speechless. Then there was the fury with herself—for she had known what Henry’s love was, and still she had gone back to suffer a little more at his hands.

She had had no idea what it would do to her seeing him in a suit.

In New York there is always something to look at, but it is all infinitely more interesting through a window in the backseat of a limousine.

To look in the face of hard things and keep moving forward - that's what one has to do.

She had rarely been near Henry since then, and the sight of him now was like a concentrated dose.