Karen Witemeyer Quote
Etta, you don’t have to . . . I never meant . . . You love those books. No, Daniel. She yanked her arm from his grasp and slapped the remaining book against his chest. I love you. The books were just a way to pretend that a part of you could actually belong to me. The defiance faded from her eyes to be replaced by abject misery. And now you never will. Dan
Karen Witemeyer
Etta, you don’t have to . . . I never meant . . . You love those books. No, Daniel. She yanked her arm from his grasp and slapped the remaining book against his chest. I love you. The books were just a way to pretend that a part of you could actually belong to me. The defiance faded from her eyes to be replaced by abject misery. And now you never will. Dan