In the gloom of early evening Chris spoke my name hesitatingly. No more, just my name. I didn’t answer, I didn’t need him—I didn’t need anybody. He had let me down by not understanding, and I didn’t need him, not now.
V.C. Andrews
In the gloom of early evening Chris spoke my name hesitatingly. No more, just my name. I didn’t answer, I didn’t need him—I didn’t need anybody. He had let me down by not understanding, and I didn’t need him, not now.