Miss Lydia Charingford is always cheerful, and never more so than at Christmas time. But no matter how hard she smiles, she can’t forget …
“The truth is a gift.”
This one brought me to tears, again. I’ve read it at least five times, probably three more (Goodreads didn’t let you track re-reads till 2018). The needless horrors of what the heroine has faced, the anger she keeps buried, the fear she has of being made a fool of again. The way she links the hero with a bad time in her life, and filters everything about him through that. The doctor’s impassioned dedication to spreading truth and knowledge to help people, his plainspokenness, his palpable regret over a mistake he made that caused her intense harm in the past. All of it gets me.
