Anne did not walk across that perfect Forest Hill lawn like a woman seeking attention. She walked like
There are moments when a woman does not cry because she is weak, but because she has been strong for too long.
Anna had spent years imagining what she would say if she ever found Thomas Whitmore. But now, standing
Emily did not cry while the phones were pointed at her. She did not cry when the water ran down her uniform
Madison did not cry when the coffee soaked through her old coat. She did not cry when they laughed.