Memory and desire are restless bedfellows in Lani Musgrove's hauntingly beautiful tale about guilt, loneliness and lust; now more than ever wanting what we cannot have takes on even greater significance.
"The desperation of her rage and loneliness and desire for him and his body and his soul clawed viciously at her throat. Threatening to break forth. A primal scream into the empty valley.
Her heart jumped as she caught her own reflection in the mirror. The memory had let hope in and she felt it sear through her now. He wasn't in the house watching her through the glass, lustfully ready at the sight of her nakedness in the sun. He wasn't anywhere."
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