From A BROKEN WINDOW by Anne Leigh Parrish
Chapter One
Happiness was a shock. So was knowing she belonged.
It was an old house, built in the 1930s. The bedroom window looked into a cherry tree whose blossoms fell like pink snow in April, Steven…
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