Postcards From a Stranger (Postcards #1)

by Imogen Clark

Love is a learned behaviour, I understand. If you’re not shown it then you struggle to demonstrate it to others. I suppose Dad, Michael, maybe even Mum all love me in their own ways but I’m not sure that I’ve absorbed enough to teach me any empathy. Their love feels like it’s a feather on a beach, leaving no imprint of where it has touched the sand.