To say the least, there were only a few steps and a door separating them. But she knew it was already too late.
She felt like a heavy stone had been dropped inside her stomach.
“Believe in miracles, Zayne,” she said in a soft and gentle voice. “I do. I think that’s what makes me keep going, even in my darkest times.”
Happy memories. Sad memories. Different memories of different people, bonded with a single place.
Nora thought about lying, about not making him worry more. But she knew she couldn’t.
Her thoughts were in turmoil and it was Zayne’s smiling face that came into her mind