Character: Claire Aldridge

Such physical and emotional strain has made me worry about the heart of Warren. But he needed this. His life, like a tragic novel, lacked the last, beautiful Chapter. We found it, dusted and it is time to read it.

As said the consultant? If you lost a child, then the probability of divorce is doubled?
- Something like that.
- Try to spoil their statistics.

- It would be strange if I call you Daniel? Perhaps a new name is quite unusual.
- No. Deep down I always knew him.

I sadly shook her head. Not a single mention of the fact that she was a loving mother. A great friend. Sister. Daughter. Just a faceless name and date. What's wrong with this world? A world where the name Kensington makes you a pet of fate, and the name of ray feather, blown into oblivion. I concentrated looked at the grave of Faith. I will not let them forget about you, Faith.

- This child was special, right?
I said nothing. He probably says that to everybody. <...>
Among us, the caretakers of the graves has been living the legend about BlackBerry. She chooses a soul to protect them. Special soul.
Indeed, it seemed that the leaves of blackberries touched the headstone, as if embracing it.
It's amazing how Blizzard destroyed this little escape. Special.

Within these walls, so much history. Something so special cannot be exchanged for money.

Don't know which is harder. To lose someone in an instant or lose slowly and gradually.

- This will sound weird, but the house seems different without her hands. Something has changed. I can feel it. I think this is possible?
I know what you mean. When many years ago got sick my grandmother, the old house has changed too. If someone sucked from the walls of the soul.

- How is motherhood?
- It scares and fascinates at the same time. And exhausting. Frankly, a month after giving birth, I deep down wanted to send the twins back.

Becoming a reporter, I quickly realized that people say more in person than on the phone.

Terrible that such a thing as the logo of the hospital on the parcel, could cause me so strong reaction. I again heard the sounds of a blood pressure cuff on my forearm, saw cutting eyes the blue of the curtains in the house emergency room, felt the taste of salty tears incessantly. The nightmare returned. I closed my eyes to stop, to shut the memories, send them to the hospital, where he had left. But, opening my eyes, I realized that they were still there, waiting, when I plunge.

There is something special about the relationship between the mother and son.

I may not know the names of most of the people in the photo, but send memories in the trash would be a real betrayal.

Jewelers just a sixth sense when it comes to love.