She was full of some strange energy that morning. Her every movement had purpose and life and she seemed to find satisfaction in every little thing.
Anna GodbersenIt seemed to her as though everything that was good and true had been blasted out of the world. All those things had been crushed destroyed made to disappear.
Anna GodbersenShe had rarely been near Henry since then, and the sight of him now was like a concentrated dose.
Anna GodbersenShe was trying to sound tough and impatient, but she knew that vulnerable desire to be wooed was still brimming in her tone.
Anna Godbersen