Caleb's gaze is intent on mine. I've never seen him look so serious, not even when he thought someone was breaking into my bakery and he was thinking of using my oversized whisk as a weapon. ‘You deserve good things, sweetheart.’ He swallows hard, eyes searching mine. ’Why can't you see yourself? Why can't you see how incredible you are?’
‘Because,’ I say, my voice cracking at the edges. ‘Because no one else has bothered to.’

Godt sagt! (0) Varsle Svar

Sist sett

Anniken RøilAnne-Stine Ruud HusevågPrunellaKirsten LundRufsetufsaMads Leonard HolvikSissel ElisabethTralteLailaBjørg RistvedtOddvarGMorten MüllerKatiMaiFrisk NordvestEivind  VaksvikMarenPiippokattaCathrine PedersenCarine OlsrødIdaStig TAstrid Terese Bjorland SkjeggerudsomniferumGrete AastorpKjerstiSigrid Blytt TøsdalbrekHilde VrangsagenLiv-Torill AustgulenStein KippersundHarald KReidun GranbergBenedikteLars MæhlumInger-LiseTanteMamieG LIngunn SIna Elisabeth Bøgh VigreTine Sundal