A River Enchanted (Elements of Cadence, #1)

by Rebecca Ross

for sometimes love was like dust in the eyes, a hindrance when it came to seeing truth.

“The days may be dark,” Sidra said. “But that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t feel joy.

“I fought as hard as I could, and I’m still strong,” she said.

“There is no failure in love,” she said and covered the furrows. The soil was rich; it swallowed a portion of her grief. “And I have loved without measure.”

She knew if she passed beyond this threshold with him, that unknown change would ignite in the air. For a moment she feared it, because she sensed the path ahead would be hard. It would be forged through tears and heartache and patience and vulnerability. She couldn’t see the ending, but neither did she want to remain, stagnant and passive, in the place where she had begun.

And if she thought that she could measure the depth of her love for him before, she was mistaken. It ran far deeper than she knew.