" Happiness Does Not Depend On Outward
   Things, But On The way We See Them. "

How did you know about the fire?” I asked Morelli. “Dispatch called me. They always call me when your car explodes or goes up in flames.

Whenever we got a glimpse, their faces looked indecently revealed, as though we were used to seeing women in veils.

I am your husband. When you feel lonely or afraid or unhappy, it is to me you must come. My arms are here for you, and my strength too for whatever it is worth. You will never be a burden to me.

Written By Mary Balogh

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