I handed the photo back to her. The caretaker gazed at it as if it were a lucky charm, a return ticket to her youth. — Carlos Ruiz Zafón, The Shadow of the Wind
I handed the photo back to her. The caretaker gazed at it as if it were a lucky charm, a return ticket to her youth. — Carlos Ruiz Zafón, The Shadow of the Wind
I handed the photo back to her. The caretaker gazed at it as if it were a lucky charm, a return ticket to her youth. — Carlos Ruiz Zafón, The Shadow of the Wind
I handed the photo back to her. The caretaker gazed at it as if it were a lucky charm, a return ticket to her youth. — Carlos Ruiz Zafón, The Shadow of the Wind
I handed the photo back to her. The caretaker gazed at it as if it were a lucky charm, a return ticket to her youth. — Carlos Ruiz Zafón, The Shadow of the Wind
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I handed the photo back to her. The caretaker gazed at it as if it were a lucky charm, a return ticket to her youth.

— Carlos Ruiz Zafón, The Shadow of the Wind
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