"The very first time you met me you knew that he would never be the same again, didn't you? For the record, I was never the same again either. And while times have changed and opportunities have been lost, I still know in my heart of hearts that I never will be. But we can't go back, and we can't undo. What's more, I don't really want to. While my life is not perfect, it is uniquely, ridiculously mine, and I would not trade it." Abigail Phelps has written her memoirs, but the world has never heard of her. So why should anyone care? Perhaps no one would, if the letter in which Abigail reflects...

"I knew that Senator Kennedy would not accept defeat. He would not step aside and allow his horrible error to be a wake-up call. He would not reach out to me and suggest we put our bitter feud behind us. He would try again, for Kennedy men do not give up. They don't give up on their dreams of the White House, they don't give up once they decide they want to spend their lives with the woman they love, and they don't give up until they've gotten rid of anything standing in their way." The delusions of a woman detached from reality? Or the scandalous, well-kept secrets of the greatest love story...

"Her face showed depth of character, a result of more sorrow but also more joy than most of us could handle. And her hair. I found it impossible to not picture Christopher Dean playing with the curls in a cafe in Vienna, and Sergei Grinkov unknowingly causing pain, but more importantly comfort, as he caressed her hair after the attack by Ted Kennedy. And I couldn't help but visualize John Kennedy's jaw dropping to the floor when he saw her for the first time in so long, gorgeous in a purple dress, hair down though she so often wore it up. Some things I envisioned had occurred, others had not....