She found herself longing for home-not just for the hotel but for New York and all the real novels that she could lose herself in there.

He was just like summer, and she loved summer. If she had any wish, it would be to live a lifetime of summers.

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

That was the way love was, she guessed-it left you always unsteady on your feet.

But I wanted to tell you before I left how completely abjectly sorry I am for all the pain I have caused you and that if I die you were the one true love of my life. By the time you read this I will be gone but please know I am still always at your side.... Yours forever Henery William Schoonmaker

So this was betrayal. It was like being left alone in the desert at dusk without water or warmth. It left your mouth dry and will broken. It sapped your tears and made you hollow.

That was how the heroine of a book would play it and Diana was still writing her own story the best heroines she'd always believed took their fate into their own hands.