“It was a refuge by the sea, yet she had no interest in the moving tide or the solace it tendered. The haunting wail of her own cry was unfamiliar to her ear, rising from uncharted depths within her. Her heart felt broken and it could not be mended. Her legs felt weak and they could not be strengthened. She lay under the bedcovers and wept, and turned her cheek to rest on the pillow.” GriefDeath Of A Loved One Book:Lady Be Good: The Life and Times of Dorothy Hale Source: Lady Be Good: The Life and Times of Dorothy Hale