Clementine’s porcelain hand tightened around hers and pulled her down the hallway. Leona let the girl escort her up the stairs. Her cousin’s enthusiasm, like the radiance of the sun, was inescapable and warming. As they climbed up and up, Leona’s burdens felt further and further away. When they reached the landing, she desired only sleep.
–The Good Shepherd by D. Marie Prokop