I picked this one up years ago and remembered enjoying it, but the second time around I paid more attention to Logan. There was something reassuring about him. He wasn't trying to be the center of attention, and he didn't spend the whole book talking about how good a person he was. He just quietly went about his life and did what needed to be done.
I think that's why the story worked for me. Logan and Beth both had baggage, but neither one spent chapter after chapter feeling sorry for themselves. They were just trying to get through the day and take care of the people they loved.
I have a soft spot for stories where people build trust slowly. Too many romances jump from meeting to forever. I enjoyed watching Beth gradually realize that Logan wasn't going anywhere and that he genuinely cared about her and her son.
Nana stole the show more than once. She brought humor and heart to the story and felt like somebody's real grandmother instead of a character created to dispense wisdom.
There were moments when I wanted to shake a few people, and I spent part of the book worrying that things were about to fall apart. Nicholas Sparks has trained me not to get too comfortable. Still, I cared much more about these people finding some peace than I did about the mystery surrounding the photograph.

























