I'm going to do one more excerpt from the book I've been sharing. It's called Flood, and if you're a regular visitor you know that my heroine suspects the man she loves of stealing pain killer from her clinic. After all the fireworks and the breaking up are over, she goes home, and he thinks about what he's lost. The whole area is about to have a flood which is why the ceiling of Caleb's rental house is leaking. I've done some creative punctuation for the sake of length.
Plink. Plink. Plink; Caleb watched as the drops of water falling from the ceiling bounced on the formica table top. Plink. Plink. Plink: the water had reached the edge of the table now. Plink. Plink. Plink; it cascaded off the table into the floor.
He’d come so close to having it all, to having everything he had wanted since he was old enough to know what he was missing. It didn’t seem like so much to ask, just someone to love him and hold him when life hurt too much. To belong somewhere, to have a feeling of homecoming and welcome at the end of the day. Why was that too much?