By Kristin Hannah
Annie Colwater’s husband has simply confessed that he’s in love with a more youthful lady. Devastated, Annie retreats to the small city the place she grew up. There, she is reunited together with her old flame, Nick Delacroix, a up to date widower who's not able to deal with his silent, emotionally scarred younger daughter. jointly, the 3 of them start to heal. yet simply whilst Annie believes she’s been given a moment likelihood at happiness, her global is grew to become the other way up back, and she or he is compelled to select that no lady in love should still ever need to make.
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I said, I won’t make it easy for you, Blake. ” He said it softly, in his lawyer’s voice. “I know the law, Blake. Did you forget that I worked beside you for years, building the law firm with you? ” She moved toward him, careful not to touch him. ” He tugged at his starched collar. ” “You’d tell yourself to wait, spend some ‘cooling off’ time. You’d recommend a trial separation. ” The words tripped her up in sadness. ” “Annalise—” She kept tears at bay one trembling breath at a time. Everything hung on the thread of this moment.
Blake slammed on the horn again. With an irritated sigh, he flicked on his turn signal and jerked the car into the fast lane. “Huh? ” Natalie sighed. ” Annie squeezed Blake’s shoulder in a gentle reminder. These were precious moments—the last they’d see their daughter for months—and, as usual, he was missing them. She started to say something to fill the silence, something to keep from thinking about the loneliness of a house without Natalie, but then she saw the sign, LAX, and she couldn’t say anything at all.
They’d had hard times, sure, and fights and hurt feelings, and they’d each said things that shouldn’t have been said, but all that had only made their bond stronger. They were a unit, the “girls” in a household where the only man worked eighty hours a week and sometimes went whole days without remembering to smile. She stared out the car window. The concrete-encrusted canyons of downtown Los Angeles were a blur of high-rise buildings, graffiti, and neon lights that left streaking reflections in the misty rain.