Diane and Brian both mapped their careers out and talked about having children, but when Diane falls pregnant, her doubts about being a mother surface, particularly after her own mother's tragic postpartum psychosis. Brian tries to stem the time he spends travelling abroad for work but inevitably...
Emma is back "home" after spending two years living twenty minutes away in a farm house with her grandparents (kidnapper) Jack and Dorothy. The story continues after a month together again and I was not liking mom Megan. To me she was too selfish in the way she was raising her daughter Emma. I...
For some reason from the moment I started reading, I just didn't connect with this book. I disliked the writing style, didn't like any of the characters at all (and was deeply suspicious of the nurse/nanny Nina); and also from about halfway through the book didn't really get what was going on, an...
He mentally made a checklist of what he needed to do now that the snow had melted and caught himself as he rubbed the joints in his wrists.“Have you thought more about Jackie’s offer?” Doug sat beside him and nursed his own cup of tea.Jack shrugged.Jackie was the nurse who helped to tend to Kenny...
Being idle is the beginning to vice. Something her own mother used to say on a daily basis. She remembered growing up hating that saying, but with her own girls, she realized how true it really was. As long as she kept the girls busy with chores or other things around the house, they were out of ...
It was only a small box, not heavy, and I could hold it with one hand. When I asked him what was in it, his shoulders slumped and he said it was for Valentine's Day. What he didn't say was that it was for Mary.Most days I'm able to forget, to pretend that she is still out there, somewhere. Most d...
Her fingers pushed together as if gripping a pencil while she studied a man in the church gardens. He walked in lazy circles, feeding the pigeons that followed him as he scattered seed on the ground. Every so often, he’d raise his arm, and a bird would fly up to perch there, as though stopping to...
It’s been a little bit since I last wrote in here — there wasn’t much to write after I said goodbye to you. I have a new journal now that I write in, one that Doug gave me for my birthday.Doug — let’s talk about him, shall we?He’s sitting in your old chair right now. It’s a gorgeous Sunday evenin...
She was literally glued to the bed and there was no way on God’s green earth she was moving from this spot.The massage therapist had golden hands and knew all the right spots to work. She couldn’t believe how tense and tight she’d been and how amazing she felt right now. She tried to move her leg...
Not the lingerie wrapped with vanilla scented beads or even that gorgeous white satin wedding gown hanging in my closet. Not the groom who ran away. Not the meaningful cards full of well wishes and deepest sympathies that accompanied the boxes of chocolates arriving on my doorstep. No - I take th...
