“Ingrid could see his face in the shadowy light. She could also see the little boy she remembered, somewhere there in this grown man’s features. She knew she had already forgiven him. They had both been children, trying to navigate an adults’ world neither of them fully understood.”

“Ingrid could see his face in the shadowy light. She could also see the little boy she remembered, somewhere there in this grown man’s features. She knew she had already forgiven him. They had both been children, trying to navigate an adults’ world neither of them fully understood.”

— Anna Normann