Chapters (97)
- Cover
- Back Cover Text
- Praise
- Booklist
- Dedication
- Epigraph
- One
- Two
- Three
- Four
- Five
- Six
- Seven
- Eight
- Nine
- Ten
- Eleven
- Twelve
- Thirteen
- Fourteen
- Fifteen
- Sixteen
- Seventeen
- Eighteen
- Nineteen
- Twenty
- Twenty-One
- Twenty-Two
- Twenty-Three
- Twenty-Four
- Twenty-Five
- Twenty-Six
- Twenty-Seven
- Twenty-Eight
- Twenty-Nine
- Thirty
- Thirty-One
- Thirty-Two
- Thirty-Three
- Thirty-Four
- Thirty-Five
- Thirty-Six
- Thirty-Seven
- Thirty-Eight
- Thirty-Nine
- Forty
- Forty-One
- Forty-Two
- Forty-Three
- Forty-Four
- Forty-Five
- Forty-Six
- Forty-Seven
- Forty-Eight
- Forty-Nine
- Fifty
- Fifty-One
- Fifty-Two
- Fifty-Three
- Fifty-Four
- Fifty-Five
- Fifty-Six
- Fifty-Seven
- Fifty-Eight
- Fifty-Nine
- Sixty
- Sixty-One
- Sixty-Two
- Sixty-Three
- Sixty-Four
- Sixty-Five
- Sixty-Six
- Sixty-Seven
- Sixty-Eight
- Sixty-Nine
- Seventy
- Seventy-One
- Seventy-Two
- Seventy-Three
- Seventy-Four
- Seventy-Five
- Seventy-Six
- Seventy-Seven
- Seventy-Eight
- Seventy-Nine
- Eighty
- Eighty-One
- Eighty-Two
- Eighty-Three
- Eighty-Four
- Eighty-Five
- Eighty-Six
- Eighty-Seven
- Eighty-Eight
- Eighty-Nine
- Acknowledgments & A Personal Note
- Excerpt
“You’re full of questions today, aren’t you?”
Kayla shrugged.
“Tony’s was in Beltsville, a small town northeast of D.C.” Emma looked off and blinked away tears.
“I’m sorry, Emma. I was just curious.”
Emma slid her hands across the table and took Kayla’s in hers. “It’s okay, sweetheart.” Emma hesitated, deciding if this was the right time before continuing. “Honey, I know you’re having a hard time accepting me, having lost your mom. You and I are more alike than you realize. I mean, I lost my mom, too, when I was young, you know that.”
Kayla remained silent, letting Emma continue.
“My relationship with my mom was so complicated. Most of the time we didn’t speak. So many things went unsaid. Kayla, what I’m trying to say is that my heart is filled with understanding and love for you.” Emma squeezed Kayla’s hands. “I treasure the chance we have here because deep in my heart, I know we can help each other.”
Blinking back tears, Kayla nodded. A moment passed, filled with the sound of conversations spilling from other tables and the clink of cutlery. Then Kayla picked up her phone, smiling at messages from her friends, bringing their discussion to an end.
For now.
Their meals came. Lunch was punctuated with small talk about current songs, movies and celeb gossip. As they left the restaurant and walked through the parking lot to Emma’s SUV, a woman with a floppy sun hat rushed toward them.
“Emma!” The woman arrived breathless. She was in her late fifties. A man about the same age was catching up but walking. “Go get us a seat, Barry,” the woman said to him. “I’ll be there after I talk to Emma.” Then she turned to Emma. “I’m so glad to catch you. Clara Jean O’Connor from the community association.”
“Oh, Clara Jean, yes, of course. How are you?”
“Good.” Clara Jean nodded to Kayla. “This will just take a moment. I was going to send you an email, but in person’s better.”
Emma braced herself.
“You were so kind to volunteer and help us with last year’s charity drive, Emma. This year we’re uniting with associations across the county for a big three-day sale of donated books with donations going to literacy. It’s coming up fast, Jake Gyllenhaal agreed to come to the launch on day one to help draw attention. A friend of his lives around here and set it up.”
“That’s fantastic.”