The Diary Of Pamela D.
Page 110The last thing she was aware of as the light took her was echoes of that cry that felt as though it were torn from Theo's very soul, a cry as lorn and bereaved as a lone kestrel on the open sea.
The last thing she was aware of as the light took her was echoes of that cry that felt as though it were torn from Theo's very soul, a cry as lorn and bereaved as a lone kestrel on the open sea.