... He didn't know how to say good-bye. His throat ached from the strain of holding back his emotions. โI don't want to leave you,โ he said humbly, reaching for her cold, stiff hands. Emma lowered her head, her tears falling freely. โI'll never see you again, will I?โ He shook his head. โNot in this lifetime,โ he said hoarsely. She pulled her hands away and wrapped her arms around his neck. He felt her wet lashes brush his cheek. โThen I'll wait a hundred years,โ she whispered. โOr a thousand, if I must. Remember that, Nikki. I'll be waiting for you to come to me.
Lisa KleypasIt's a strange life, isn't it? ...A Rom with no tribe. No matter how hard you look, you can never find a home. Because to us, home is not a building or a tent or a vardo... home is a family.
Lisa Kleypas