The memories of the day played in his mind, but this time, his thoughts were of his daughter and the way she'd clung to Katie, her little face buried in Katie's neck.
The last time he'd seen that, he reflected, was when Carly had been alive.

Autor: Nicholas Sparks

The memories of the day played in his mind, but this time, his thoughts were of his daughter and the way she'd clung to Katie, her little face buried in Katie's neck.<br />The last time he'd seen that, he reflected, was when Carly had been alive. - Nicholas Sparks




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