Hidden Waters (Tattered & Torn, #3)

by Catherine Cowles

We leave a million what-ifs and what-might’ve-beens in our wake. The only thing we can do is try to learn from them.”

Beckett set down the flowers. “I’ll grab the extra pots and soil, so you have somewhere to put those.” I looked around me. “We’re running out of space on the steps.” “We could line the porch, too.” “Are you sure you want all of this here?” He paused, turning back around. “You like it, right?” I nodded slowly. “Then I want it.” He grinned. “I told my builder to make sure the front porch was huge. There’s plenty of space for a garden, too.”

“Life isn’t black and white. It’s not just shades of gray, either. It’s an endless array of colors. Some dark, some light, and everything in between. We have to hold space for all of it.”