What the River Knows (Secrets of the Nile #1)

by Isabel Ibañez

Never say you know the last word about any human heart. —HENRY JAMES

Dawn came outfitted in rosy streaks of light,

Grief was like a memory keeper. It showed me moments I’d forgotten, and I was grateful, even as my stomach hollowed out. I never wanted to forget them, no matter how painful it was to remember.

At one point, he reached behind me and took hold of my hand. I looked down, stunned at the gesture. His calloused palm engulfed mine. It struck me that in the midst of such delightful pandemonium, he was a steady and calming presence.

couldn’t help hoping that I would paint something that might be worth saving, something that would outlive me.