I wanted to be rid of him," he says. He raises my chin with his thumb. "But not if it meant being rid of you. I climbed in beside you, and you put your head in my lap. You can't think I would have left you like that." "Look what it got you," I say. "Tea in bed and you here in front of me," he says. "It was a terrible decision, and I confess I'd make it again.
Lauren DeStefanoNone of the wives mention the security guards by the door, who will probably tackle us to the ground if we try to leave without our husbands.
Lauren DeStefanoIt isnโt a perfect place. There are no perfect places. But nobody cares about perfection when there are sand castles to build and kites to chase, children that are being born, old hearts that are giving in.
Lauren DeStefanoOn tiptoes the redhead wouldn't even reach my shoulders; she is clearly too young to be a bride. And the willowy girl is too forlorn. And I am too unwilling. Yet here we are.
Lauren DeStefanoI shake my head, watching snow tumble and swirl from an all-white sky. The world seems so clean if you only look up
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