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Love, like water, always flowed down the path of least resistance.
Then he saw Sara Linton, and it did it again.
She was too beautiful, and too smart, and too much of everything Will was not.
Will wondered if she thought people routinely rammed their car into women who had been raped and tortured in an underground cavern.
‘It’s always the Sunday following the first full moon that occurs after the spring equinox.’
Anna’s blindness had blocked them from her vision, but her actions seemed to block them from her mind.
She acknowledged that he had made a mistake, but she hadn’t assumed that it defined his character.
Maybe it was human nature to push those boundaries.
It wasn’t that she was incapable of love; she was simply incapable of repeating that kind of abandon.
Lena was responsible for Jeffrey’s death.
There would only be the emptiness, the gaping hole in Sara’s life that had once been filled by the only man in the world she could ever possibly love.