He scrubbed the spot, back and forth, back and forth for what seemed like an eternity.  The skillet was old and had many stains on it, but this one spot was like acid on his soul.   It reminded him of the feeling of having a hole in his heart, the pain would never completely go away, but he could make it work.  He could get through his days, and the skillet would still cook his meals. – Prologue, Book Two

Upcoming Seas Apart book signing at Barnes & Noble Beavercreek just outside of Dayton, Ohio on Saturday, September 23rd, 2pm.

 

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