Winter Garden

by Kristin Hannah

Normally, it pissed Meredith off, how alone her mother liked to be, but just now she didn’t care, and for once, she didn’t judge her mother harshly. Everyone broke—and held themselves together—in their own way.

Sometimes a thing was its truest self when the colors were stripped away.

“To those who are here, those who are gone, and those who are lost.”