Chapter 8
- Alessia shifted her gaze to the fair, tender face of Eleanor, gently brushing aside her soft, fragmented hair, and began to speak in a consultative tone, "Eleanor, tomorrow I..."
- "Mom, we're not going to this event tomorrow, of course," Eleanor interrupted before Alessia could finish her sentence.
- Pouting, Eleanor continued, "Mom, I don't want to go out tomorrow. I want to stay at home and play with Chris!"