Do you cry too much? My father used to reward me for staying in and being safe. As a police officer he coolly handled blood, insanity and anger, but he could not handle threats to his children. He could not handle the idea of them making mistakes or being shamed. His heart was in the right place and I loved him dearly.
A reviewer one said that my book was annoying because Katherine Weldon cried too much in the first hundred pages. She’d grown up being afraid and uncertain of herself. Life overwhelmed her when it intruded her pampered life behind suffocating Victorian drapery in her parents’ parlor.
She recklessly jumped at the first invitation to adventure with a man trying to run from his own demons.
Do we cry more before or after we risk our lives to fully live?