Still The One by Robin Wells
No one ever told her that grief was a series of little, cutting losses that nicked her heart every day.
“I’ve always been wise. You’ve just been too much of a wiseass to notice.”
Katie didn’t believe he really didn’t believe, but she believed he believed he didn’t believe.
Katie’s late husband used to say that her face was half angel, half pixie, and that she couldn’t muster a stern look if her life depended on it.
Nothing good ever comes from bad intentions.