My heart does not so much feel that it is in my chest as in my hands, and that I am carrying it along swiftly, as though I have become the messenger for what is going on inside of me. ― Claire Keegan, Foster And so the days pass. I keep waiting for something to happen, for the ease I feel to end, but each day follows on much like the one before. ― Claire Keegan, Foster In Foster, a young girl is sent to […]
That is when he puts his arms around me and gathers me into them as though I were his own.
Foster by Claire Keegan



