Standaard Boekhandel gebruikt cookies en gelijkaardige technologieën om de website goed te laten werken en je een betere surfervaring te bezorgen.
Hieronder kan je kiezen welke cookies je wilt inschakelen:
Technische en functionele cookies
Deze cookies zijn essentieel om de website goed te laten functioneren, en laten je toe om bijvoorbeeld in te loggen. Je kan deze cookies niet uitschakelen.
Analytische cookies
Deze cookies verzamelen anonieme informatie over het gebruik van onze website. Op die manier kunnen we de website beter afstemmen op de behoeften van de gebruikers.
Marketingcookies
Deze cookies delen je gedrag op onze website met externe partijen, zodat je op externe platformen relevantere advertenties van Standaard Boekhandel te zien krijgt.
Je kan maximaal 250 producten tegelijk aan je winkelmandje toevoegen. Verwijdere enkele producten uit je winkelmandje, of splits je bestelling op in meerdere bestellingen.
An old, familiar ache tried to work its way into Sarah’s chest.
She sure wished she could make Gregory see what his extra job was doing to his son Hunter. Surely if he saw the effect, he would quit. Why waste time working for gifts that would mean nothing to the boys after the first five minutes? What was truly important was time with family. Because it could be taken away at any time. She looked at her calendar and counted dated blocks. Twelve days until Christmas Eve and their pageant. Twelve days…. An idea began to blossom. She took a deep breath as she envisioned those empty blocks on her calendar and began to brainstorm ideas. But could she pull it off? It would take a lot of strength to spend that kind of time around Gregory. Strength she might not have right now. Hunter’s sad, angry face flashed through her mind. Yes, she had to do it. For Hunter.