Chapter 21
Outside, the morning light came through the kitchen window and landed on the crayons and the paper and the three of them sitting there — unhurried, unafraid — and the ring was in Harold's jacket pocket where he'd carried it every day since the motel, and he intended to give it back to Anna when the moment was right, which was not now, because now was already exactly enough.
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*Sometimes the greatest losses in our lives were not accidents — they were choices someone else made for us, without our knowledge or consent.
Harold and Anna lost twenty years to one man's greed and fear.
But they found each other again through a little girl brave enough to walk into a pawnshop and ask a stranger for help.*
*Have you ever been separated from someone you loved — or found your way back to someone you thought was gone?
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