Then her parents moved to Florida, and being seventeen and a senior in high school, she had no choice but to go with them. It was with that kiss-the very first kiss they shared-that she realized she wanted to spend the rest of her life with him. William reached for her hand and gave her that smile that always made her weak in the knees. She closed her eyes, letting the old familiar song on the radio take her to another place…and another time… The echoing loneliness still hovered around her, threatening to pull her deeper into the sinking sensation that her life really didn’t amount to anything. She thought writing would help her forget, that it would temporarily take her away from everything. No matter how hard she tried, the story wouldn’t come. With a sigh, Ann Kerwin pulled her dark hair into a ponytail and looked at the blank page in her notebook. Dedication: To my husband who is the Hathor in my life.
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