I made a silent promise to myself--I would come back when no one was here, and I would read those words. Maybe at that moment I knew what a thief must feel, a jewel thief. The way his heart would quicken with need and envy and want when he gazed down at the promise of diamonds and rubies.The way he knew he would soon hold them in his hands,pretending they were his even if they could never be.

Author: Deb Caletti