A Life Without Flowers By Marci Bolden (Life Without Water #2)
English | 2020 | General Fiction/Classics | ePUB | 2.9MB
Twenty-four years after losing her daughter in a tragic accident, Carol Denman has finally made peace with Katie’s father. But releasing her ex-husband from blame and facing how deeply she held herself responsible were only the first steps in Carol’s journey toward peace.
With the pain of her failed first marriage behind her, Carol is determined to mend her broken relationship with her mother. But she soon discovers she isn’t the only one who has been hanging on to bitterness. A road trip to face the past leads Carol’s mother, Judith, to unearth the seeds of past mistakes and deep resentments in ways neither of them would expect.
The roots of family animosity run deep and thick. While Judith seems hesitant to start digging, Carol commits to pruning away the thorns of the past so she no longer has to live a life without flowers.
“What the hell am I doing?” she muttered, grabbing the pristine white hand towel embellished with her mom’s signature needlework. Carol took her time wiping the water from her hands and face before staring at her reflection.
Part of her wanted to walk out there and announce she’d changed her mind about how long she intended to stay. She’d hang out for a day, maybe two, and then be on her way. But she was here with a purpose, one she couldn’t walk away from. Facing the chasm between them was the only way to cross it. She couldn’t run from her past forever.
The last few months had taught her a brutal lesson—the past always came back to be resolved. She had to work this out while she could. Life had shown her time and time again that people could be ripped away without warning. Her mother was older—time was running out.
“You can do this,” she told herself before folding and rehanging the cloth precisely how it’d been before she’d dried her hands and face.
Back in the kitchen, Carol stopped at her mom’s side. “It’s nice to see you.”
“You too,” Judith said, though her attention remained on the soup.
“So you’re one of us old retirees now,” Ellen said, busying herself with fixing a pot of coffee. Though she hadn’t looked at Carol as she’d spoken either, her lack of eye contact didn’t feel nearly as deliberate as Judith’s.
“I am.” Carol tried to not overanalyze the slight she felt, but her mother’s cold shoulder was already irritating her. She hadn’t been in the house for five minutes yet, not nearly enough time to start reading too much into her mother’s behavior.
“And living in an RV,” Judith stated.
Then again, the clipped tone illuminated everything Carol needed to know. She was getting a frigid greeting because her mother disagreed with her choices. As usual.
“For now,” Carol said. “That will grow old eventually, and I’ll settle down somewhere.”
“Where, Carol? You’re selling your house.”
Carol cast a glance at her aunt, who diverted her eyes like a child trying to avoid trouble. From the moment Carol had filled her mom in on her plans, Ellen had likely been listening to all the ways Carol was messing up her life this time.