Dorado Books 📚

HER It starts the same way every time. Not with some particular day in mind, or any special place. Just a feeling… A feeling like my mind is reaching for a picture of us that never actually got taken. I’m sitting at the kitchen table when it hits me again. There is laundry that still needs folding. Something in the kitchen that probably needs wiping down. My husband is somewhere close enough that I can hear him moving through the house. My life is happening all around me. A real life.

There’s something special about opening a book for the first time. You don’t know the characters yet. You don’t know what they’ve survived. And you can't wait to find out what they’re hiding, who they’re going to love, and they may possibly lose because of it. Maybe you’re about to meet somebody who feels a little too familiar, or perhaps unfamiliar. 🤷🏾‍♀️ Then you start reading...