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308 pages, Kindle Edition
First published September 19, 2012
It may sound strange to you, but there's no word for "love" in the Shoshone language. The closest equivalent is shundahai, which more or less means "to be one and the same." In the old days, if a Shoshone man wanted to tell his wife he was in love with her, he would say "I am you," or "You are me."
I think I understand that now. 😭🥹
“I honored our traditions. I honored my wife and child. I did what our ancestors told us to do.” Dad looked at me through his winter-water eyes like they were the veil that hung between us. “I don’t regret that.”
The scanner buzzed and banged; my ears went numb. It sounded like death. I’d never thought of death as something audible before.
“I guess I’ve always loved you,” he said.
, there were laughs as usual, and there was a huge revelation which I'm absolutely certain should have been mentioned in previous books, and hopefully readers of the series will know exactly what I'm referring to, so for that reason alone I'm deducting 1/2 a star. 4.5 stars and
from me for this book, which should have been the end of the series apparently.

His heartbeat felt like a familiar song, primeval, a song I had known before I'd even known myself.
Years ago I never would have thought someone could love me. Someone who wasn't obligated to love me.
I never counted on meeting Rafael.