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Chapters (39)
  1. Praise
  2. Also by
  3. Title Page
  4. Copyright Page
  5. Dedication
  6. Acknowledgments
  7. Chapter 1
  8. Chapter 2
  9. Chapter 3
  10. Chapter 4
  11. Chapter 5
  12. Chapter 6
  13. Chapter 7
  14. Chapter 8
  15. Chapter 9
  16. Chapter 10
  17. Chapter 11
  18. Chapter 12
  19. Chapter 13
  20. Chapter 14
  21. Chapter 15
  22. Chapter 16
  23. Chapter 17
  24. Chapter 18
  25. Chapter 19
  26. Chapter 20
  27. Chapter 21
  28. Chapter 22
  29. Chapter 23
  30. Chapter 24
  31. Chapter 25
  32. Chapter 26
  33. Chapter 27
  34. Chapter 28
  35. Chapter 29
  36. Chapter 30
  37. Chapter 31
  38. Chapter 32
  39. Author’s Note

Annie was glad that Claire had called her birth mother by name. “And I have a manuscript to write.”

Claire waved a hand as if that were inconsequential. Trish had once said that today people often had the misconception that book writing was as easy as composing an email or a text. “But I have a question,” Claire continued. “If this guy, Larry, really is a mucky-muck in Boston politics—and I think an assistant district attorney is a political appointment—he can probably pull a few strings. Am I right about that?”

“Probably.” Annie didn’t add that she’d thought of that a million times.

“Why not ask him? Years have passed, Annie. If he’s any kind of a decent man, he might feel bad about what Mark did to you. He might even feel guilty because maybe he didn’t tell you everything he knew. Call me crazy, but it seems like you have nothing to lose. Not even pride. Because you’ve really made something of yourself.” Claire paused, then said, “It’s hard to believe you married someone like that guy Mark.”

“It wasn’t my finest moment. Or ten years of moments.”

“I’ve always believed there’s a bit of a dark side in all of us. It’s called being human.”

“Thanks, Claire. I can’t tell you how often—before and after he left—I wondered why I’d married him, too. But it isn’t pride that’s stopping me from contacting Larry. The truth is, I don’t want him to know anything about me. Not where I live. Not what I’m doing. And not what my life’s been like since Mark left. I just don’t. Because it’s not his business.”

Claire laughed again. “You might have thought of those things before you wrote best sellers under your real name. And I believe your picture is right there with that book jacket bio. Not to mention what’s on the internet.”

“I wasn’t a best-selling author when I started writing.”

“Touché. But what are you afraid of? That he’s still in touch with Mark?”

Annie shifted in the chair. “Probably. Yes.”

“Well, no matter what, there’s a strong possibility they both already know damn well where you live and what you do. But if you can get the Inn going as soon as possible, well, sometimes it’s worth taking a risk to achieve a greater good.”