THE QUIET RECORD

Previously

…She thought of Eliza, the woman who had left it, a silent conduit for another’s love. She thought of the two strangers on Elm and Pine, their story yet to be fully revealed. And she thought of her own story, still unwritten in any book, but kept safe in the quiet record of her memory, a testament to a life lived, and loved. Outside, the street lamps began to flicker on, casting pools of warm light onto the darkening street. Harwood settled into the soft hush of evening, the day’s busyness receding. And in The Quiet Record, Margaret Cleveland, keeper of whispered histories, began to read the first chapter of a love story that did not belong to her—but that she had promised to tell.