kitap alıntısı #79, Archer's Voice - Mia Sheridan
He paused for a minute before saying, It all looks so messy. He ran one hand over his short hair . I can't make sense of it all–my past, my life, my love for you. I looked up at him for a minute, watching the emotions cross his face. After a second I brought my hands up . I don't remember a lot about my mom. I shook my head slightly. She passed away from cancer and I was so young when she died . I licked my lips, pausing . But I remember her doing these cross stitches–they're little thread embroidery pictures. Archer watched my hands, glancing up at my face between words. Anyway, one time I picked up one of her pieces and it looked awful–all messy, with all these knots and uneven strings hanging everywhere. I could barely make out what the picture was supposed to be. I kept my eyes on Archer, squeezing his hand quickly before bringing my own back up. But then, my mom came over and took the piece of fabric out of my hands and turned it over–and right there was this masterp