More on this book
Community
Kindle Notes & Highlights
Where would our reindeer go? What about Horace and my mom’s chickens?” “Horace is still alive?” “Yes, he’s still alive. Donkeys can live to be like forty.” “I had no idea.”
My heart tried to do something. Start beating again, maybe. Whatever it was, it hurt and I did not like it.
“I realize you have the emotional range of a turnip but even you can’t actually believe that.
I loved her so much. That was why I wasn’t afraid. I loved her and I loved the child we’d made. This hadn’t been the plan—not even close. But it had happened. And now that it had, I’d realized something. I wanted this. I wanted a family.
