I’ve cried too much lately, she acknowledged to herself. Far, far too much.
I’ve cried too much lately,Far, far too much.“Everything I’ve done,” she whispered, “I’ve done to make him proud of me.”
“Oh Liss,” Marie answered sympathetically. “Love, he always was. He always was.”
Clarissa thought that her mother might have been on the verge of crying too. She watched Marie take a moment to collect herself; ensuring she was as composed as she could be before she continued.
She does this all the time. Falls back on the practical and the pragmatic, rather than let her emotions seep through.
She does this all the time. Falls back on the practical and the pragmatic, rather than let her emotions seep through.“Do you know what’s more important than pride, Liss? Happiness. Yours and his. The pri
