“She couldn’t go back to that place in her life, not after what she’d done. The one thing she’d cared about only a few short days ago seemed frivolous and shallow. As she crammed her freezing hands in the pockets of her cardigan to warm them, her fingertips touched something glossy in one of the pockets. Bewildered, she pulled out the brochures she’d pocketed earlier in the day. The one she’d found stuffed between the pages of a paperback.”

The Enchanted One by Lora Deeprose pg.236