I Let a Girl Steal a Book for Her Mother’s Grave—The Brooch She Slipped Into My Hand Saved Us Both #5
The bell above the bookstore door chimed softly as I was restocking the classics shelf, the late-afternoon light slanting through the dusty windows. It was usually my favorite time of …
I Let a Girl Steal a Book for Her Mother’s Grave—The Brooch She Slipped Into My Hand Saved Us Both #5 Read More