Back Hearts on Hold
Chapters (50)
  1. Cover
  2. Back Cover Text
  3. Also by Charish Reid
  4. Dedication
  5. Chapter One
  6. Chapter Two
  7. Chapter Three
  8. Chapter Four
  9. Chapter Five
  10. Chapter Six
  11. Chapter Seven
  12. Chapter Eight
  13. Chapter Nine
  14. Chapter Ten
  15. Chapter Eleven
  16. Chapter Twelve
  17. Chapter Thirteen
  18. Chapter Fourteen
  19. Chapter Fifteen
  20. Chapter Sixteen
  21. Chapter Seventeen
  22. Chapter Eighteen
  23. Chapter Nineteen
  24. Chapter Twenty
  25. Chapter Twenty-One
  26. Chapter Twenty-Two
  27. Chapter Twenty-Three
  28. Chapter Twenty-Four
  29. Chapter Twenty-Five
  30. Chapter Twenty-Six
  31. Chapter Twenty-Seven
  32. Chapter Twenty-Eight
  33. Chapter Twenty-Nine
  34. Chapter Thirty
  35. Chapter Thirty-One
  36. Chapter Thirty-Two
  37. Chapter Thirty-Three
  38. Chapter Thirty-Four
  39. Chapter Thirty-Five
  40. Chapter Thirty-Six
  41. Chapter Thirty-Seven
  42. Chapter Thirty-Eight
  43. Chapter Thirty-Nine
  44. Chapter Forty
  45. Epilogue
  46. Acknowledgements
  47. About the Author
  48. Carina Press Romance Promise
  49. Writing for Carina
  50. Carina eNewsletter

Victoria didn’t know where to start. First, there was the validity of her mother’s science news sources. If there was one issue she constantly lectured her students on, it was “check your sources.” Second, her mother put her on blast in front of the whole world. She maintained a carefully curated social media presence for work-purposes. She immediately clicked on her privacy settings and adjusted who could send her future posts. “Please, please, do not send me articles like this,” Victoria said as she deleted the post. “I don’t need everyone knowing my business.”

Her mother scoffed. “The fact that you don’t have children isn’t what I could call business, Victoria. Everyone already knows you’re childless.”

She swallowed hard, trying not to reveal her anger. “I feel like we’ve had this conversation before and I don’t have anything new to add to it.”

“But don’t you want children?” Katherine asked. “They bring so much joy to your life.”

“If that’s the case, why did you stop after me?” Victoria asked. “You could be bothering one of my siblings about grandbabies instead.”

“Oh, your mother is bothering you?” she said. “I hadn’t realized concern for my only child was considered a bother. I didn’t have any more children because your birth was complicated enough. I nearly died, Victoria.”

She had heard her origin story more than once and had no interest in going down that road. “I understand, ma’am. Childbirth is still very dangerous and I’m lucky to be here. And I didn’t mean to say that you were...bothering me.”

The unmistakable Kathrine Reese sniffle emerged. “I try not to be a bother, but if I don’t check on you, who will? You give and give to your children and they turn around and let you know they don’t need you anymore. It’s a thankless job, you know?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“And you’ll understand that when you eventually become a mother. Everything you slave for, everything you give, gets distilled down to two words: a bother.”

Victoria ran a hand over her mouth and suppressed a groan. Arguments like this one escalated because she made an attempt to stand up for herself. Katherine Reese knew how to take one tiny piece of her daughter’s argument and turn it back on her. Even though Victoria had taught rhetoric for nearly a decade, she was still unarmed against her mother. If they had a closer relationship that wasn’t based on constant criticism, Victoria would have called her mother right after class and asked for advice regarding Braden.