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352 pages, Kindle Edition
First published September 16, 2019
She deserved so much better than the hand she’d been dealt. Maybe her struggles had made her strong, resilient, but she didn’t deserve to be burdened with them.
I knew, with absolutely certainty, I’d dream of her and her spirit and her voice for the rest of my life. The belief was soul deep, in my bones and muscles and skin, but particularly in my heart.
This. This was the best sound. Singing with Billy Winston and his guitar while fighting laughter. Never in my life had I been so happy. Never in my life had I imagined or dreamed such happiness was possible. And nothing existed beyond right now, this moment, and Billy’s smile.
Think of Scarlet.
I thought of Scarlet and her smile and my heart slowed. I thought of Scarlet and her voice and I let the pain go. I thought of Scarlet and her jokes and her laughter and her spirit. I thought of Scarlet.
If the soul becomes dyed with the color of its thoughts, then my soul was Scarlet.
God gave us free will so that we'll stumble and learn how to pick ourselves back up. But He also gave us folks who love us, to clear away the obstacles before we trip and fall.
I redoubled my resolve. She deserved someone looking out for her first, someone who'd set aside selfishness for her sake. So, yeah, I would keep her safe, even if it meant sending her away.
For every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction. It applied to life and hopes and dreams and expectations too.
"I knew, with absolute certainty, I'd dream of her and her spirit and her voice for the rest of my life. The belief was soul-deep, in my bones and muscles and skin, but particularly in my heart."
”If the soul becomes dyed with the color of its thoughts, then my soul was Scarlet.”
*I received an early copy of this book to voluntarily read.*