The Great Alone

by Kristin Hannah

The handsome, laughing man of her memory had become moody, quick to anger, and distant. He hated everything about the commune, it seemed, and so they moved. Then they moved again. And again. Nothing ever worked out the way he wanted.

you don’t stop loving a person when they’re hurt. You get stronger so they can lean on you. He needs me. Us.

“I need this, Cora. I need a place where I can breathe again.