Sunday, January 22, 2012

Novel excerpt 01 22 12

Emily ran out and grabbed Hope’s bedding from the van. It wasn’t acrate pad after all, but an old comforter from Emily and Emerson’s bed, foldedup. The end result was more like a cloud than crate bedding. Emily gathered itup in her arms and kicked the van door shut, and in that moment, with thecomforter clutched close to her chest and the faint smell of Hope in her grasp,her throat closed around her soul and she couldn’t breathe. She shook her head,angry with herself for being caught off guard, and tears flew as she did. Shewiped her face on the comforter, feeling anything but comfort.

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