Synopsis
Hope McAdams life as she knew it ended on the same day that her eight year old son’s did.
Eight months later she's trying to regain some semblance of normality, while trying to repair her once perfect marriage to a man who was her best friend, but now a complete stranger. Coming to the painful realization that she must fix the hole that’s deep within her heart, she goes home to the place that she grew up in hopes that time and distance will heal her wounds and lead her back to the man she loves.
Nick Abate is an old friend of Hope’s whose heart is also on the mend. He’s home on leave from the Marines, and when he and Hope reconnect, their friendship picks up right where they left off, years ago. They both begin to heal and feel whole again with the help of each other. But when their friendship crosses the line, will Hope be able to forgive herself and move on, or will the guilt that she is harboring once again cause her to slip back into the place that she has just escaped?
What happens when two tortured souls place their trust in each other? Will they find their way back to the ones they love or will their hearts remain connected forever?
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Excerpt
© Beth Rinyu 2014
Unedited and subject to change
“Look at me, Jamie! Look at me and tell me that you’re willing to
walk away from everything we have and I’ll be gone. I’m not ready to give up on
us but if you are, then just say the words and I’ll stop trying.”
“Hope, stop it!”
“Stop what? Stop trying? Stop trying to
have the man that I love more than anything in this world love me back? Stop
trying to make myself feel worthy of your love again? What do you want me to
stop Jamie?”
“What do you want me to say Hope? That
everything’s going to be okay? That things are going to be the way they used to
between us because I don’t know if that’s ever going to happen. Or do you want
me to take you upstairs and fuck you like a stranger, the same way I’ve been for
the past eight months?”
“I don’t know what I want any more
Jamie. I miss my husband. The man that I could tell anything to. The one that I
used to laugh and cry with. The one who would hold me in his arms and comfort
me whenever I was feeling down.”
“He’s gone Hope. He drowned in that
ocean the same day that Charlie did.”
I bit my lip and fought the tears. “So
what are you trying to tell me that I’m just keeping myself afloat in this
marriage only to have you never resurface?”
His eyes filled with tears. “I wish
that I could answer that question for you but I can’t. Because the truth is, I
don’t even know the answer to it myself.”
I grabbed a napkin from the counter and
wiped my eyes. I tried to catch my breath between my sobs and gain enough
composure to speak coherently. “I’m sorry for taking my eyes off him for that
split second that day. I didn’t mean for it to happen. I loved him too and I’m
hurting just as much as you. And if it makes you feel a little better by
punishing me for it this way, then I’m willing to subject myself to it, because
I still love you so much that it hurts.”
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