The Robin’s Nest

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You seek love, Amelie said, finally, emerging from her long silence. She was studying a ladybug that had lit on the hem of her skirt to wind its way purposefully, probingly along the line of silk stitches. She hadnt once glanced at Catherine since theyd stopped to sit on the garden bench. Love is always worth finding, yes, she continued, but it is trust I want. If only I might trust again. Trust is more precious than love, you know, more essential. Love depends on trust. Without trust,...