I hope you know how rare a girl like Livia is.”
Blake nodded, but said nothing.
“I’ve only met a few souls as crystal clear as hers,” Bea continued. “One of them was my Aaron; we were married for sixty-two years.
Souls like that, my boy, are a gift. Cherish her.”
“I will.” Blake stood and gave Bea a formal bow only he could get away with.

Autore: Debra Anastasia