Now I comprehend why she spent eight years of her life and nearly half a million dollars building this elaborate fantasy. It was her solace. It was her distraction. It was her drug of choice. It was how she tried to heal her broken heart. She built a magic castle, a perfect home where no one was ever sad and where love lived forever. She herself called it her folly. But was she talking about the dollhouse or her obsession with John McCormick? Love never dies. Ain’t that the truth? And we all go mad in our own way. Glittering dollhouse or bottomless glass of Gordon’s gin, in the end it’s pretty
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