Chapters (67)
- Cover
- Back Cover Text
- Praise
- About the Author
- Booklist
- Dedication
- Prologue
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- Chapter 8
- Chapter 9
- Chapter 10
- Chapter 11
- Chapter 12
- Chapter 13
- Chapter 14
- Chapter 15
- Chapter 16
- Chapter 17
- Chapter 18
- Chapter 19
- Chapter 20
- Chapter 21
- Chapter 22
- Chapter 23
- Chapter 24
- Chapter 25
- Chapter 26
- Chapter 27
- Chapter 28
- Chapter 29
- Chapter 30
- Chapter 31
- Chapter 32
- Chapter 33
- Chapter 34
- Chapter 35
- Chapter 36
- Chapter 37
- Chapter 38
- Chapter 39
- Chapter 40
- Chapter 41
- Chapter 42
- Chapter 43
- Chapter 44
- Chapter 45
- Chapter 46
- Chapter 47
- Chapter 48
- Chapter 49
- Chapter 50
- Chapter 51
- Chapter 52
- Chapter 53
- Chapter 54
- Chapter 55
- Chapter 56
- Chapter 57
- Chapter 58
- Epilogue
- Acknowledgments
What the hell was that? Kim thought, reeling as she sat alone, three abandoned, half-finished cocktails on the table in front of her, debating whether she should try to rescue the situation with Annie, who seemed to have flown off the handle for no apparent reason. Clearly something was going on with her, but in time-honored Annie fashion, she was insistent on rowing her own boat. And she had already said she was tired after the flight, so perhaps Kim would only worsen things by pushing it and making her even more irritable.
And it wasn’t as if she didn’t have enough problems to deal with.
She sighed heavily. This reunion was supposed to be a happy time, reliving fond memories of the summer the three of them had shared, and reaffirming their friendship.
Yet another example of Kim’s grand plans going awry.
Chapter 51
Now
Later that evening the three friends and Charlie reconvened at La Cambusa in Positano. The streets were bustling and the lights of the town were bright, reflecting like stars on a dark ocean. Located by the water’s edge, the restaurant had been one of their old haunts and a lively local favorite.
Charlie ordered marinara pizza while the others enjoyed freshly caught seafood. The conversation was lively, and the discomfort of earlier seemed to dissipate with the change of venue.
It was impossible not to feel uplifted here on the Amalfi Coast, Colette thought.
The air was cool and the smell of the ocean crisp around them. The restaurant was full, but not overly packed, each table occupied by smiling faces of families and friends gathering together to enjoy time with one another.
Envy wasn’t something she was plagued by often, but as Colette sat watching Charlie and Annie interact, she couldn’t help but feel that loathsome emotion.
She wanted a child so badly the hurt was visceral. Why was she denied when it had come so easily to Annie? A drunken mistake during which she neglected to use contraception, apparently, and she was pregnant.
How many nights had there been for Colette over the years? How many tests and needles and prayers and still nothing? Would she forever be denied the only thing she truly ever wanted in life?
A cool breeze blew in off the water, chilling her exposed arms. She rubbed them gently. She always got colder more easily than others. It had been the same the last time she’d visited this particular restaurant, though the company had been different.
“This place really brings back memories,” she commented absently.
“That’s why I so wanted you two to be here.” Kim placed one hand on her arm and the other on Annie’s. “It just wouldn’t feel right to take this next step without you both. You guys changed my life for the better, and for that, I’m eternally grateful.”