The library is like a candy store where everything is free.
After a lifetime of nods, frowns and stoic smiles, they were both fluent in emotional shorthand.
He'd do what he always did, find the sweet among the bitter.
Henry was learning that time apart has a way of creating distance- more than mountains and time zone separating them. Real distance, the kind that makes you ache and stop wondering. Longing so bad that it begins to hurt to care so much.
As an author, I get paid to break my own heart on a regular basis.
I think I get it now. It doesn't matter how nice home is--it just matters that it feels like home.