The McAvoy Sisters Book of Secrets by Molly Fader
English | 2019 | General Fiction | ePUB | 330 Kb
The McAvoy Sisters : What drove their family apart just might bring them back together…
It’s been seventeen years since the tragic summer the McAvoy sisters fell apart. Lindy, the wild one, left home, carved out a new life in the city and never looked back. Delia, the sister who stayed, became a mother herself, raising her daughters and running the family shop in their small Ohio hometown on the shores of Lake Erie.
But now, with their mother’s ailing health and a rebellious teenager to rein in, Delia has no choice but to welcome Lindy home. As the two sisters try to put their family back in order, they finally have the chance to reclaim what’s been lost over the years: for Delia, professional dreams and a happy marriage, and for Lindy, a sense of home and an old flame—and best of all, each other. But when one turbulent night leads to a shocking revelation, the women must face the past they’ve avoided for a decade. And there’s nothing like an old secret to bring the McAvoy women back together and stronger than ever.
With warm affection and wry wit, Molly Fader’s The McAvoy Sisters Book of Secrets is about the ties that bind family and the power of secrets to hold us back or set us free.
“Probably not. But Delia was the breastfeeding perimenopausal mother of a teenager and an infant. Enjoyment was wired wrong these days.
“What’s your plan?”
“She walks in the door and what?”
“Dan, I’ll handle it. Just go to bed.”
“You’re gonna scream?”
“I’m worried about you,” he said.
“Me?” Dan was stressed. Clearly. His appearance after 10:00 p.m. in the living room on a weekday was proof that something was cooking in that head of his.
“Between the baby, Brin, the store and your mom—”
She sat down in her rocking chair, now conveniently positioned in front of the door. “I’m fine.”
His silence seemed to imply that he thought otherwise.
The front door swung open and Brin walked in, curtailing the conversation. Brin, her beautiful daughter, looked from Delia to Dan and then back again.
And then her lip curled in a totally new and devastating way.
“What? You’re like waiting up to yell at me?”
Delia’s bright-eyed baby who had once slept curled like a question mark in the curve of Delia’s body had turned into this teenager. Surly and sleepy-eyed, wearing cutoffs that were way too short.”