Powerless (Chestnut Springs, #3)

by Elsie Silver

The anger always comes.

Focusing on everyone other than me, and now I look at myself and I . . . I don’t like what I see. I don’t like the choices I’ve made.

Do you win a prize for using as few words as possible?

What am I supposed to do? Jump for joy and say thank you for blessing me with your interest?”

Does regret have a color?

Soft and quiet doesn’t have to mean shy.

Move on.

Figured out what counts in life. It’s the people. Not the things. Not the acclaim. The people.”