Growing up in a wildly dysfunctional family made Diana an expert on being alone. But it didn’t prepare her to survive losing the pillar of her world. In her darkest hours, though, maybe she’s now ready let the right person in.
I never meant to become an influencer. (Ugh, just that word makes me grimace.) A few restaurant reviews for cute local Boston spots suddenly snowballed into an unexpected career. But while I'm blessed to have millions of followers, I can count my true friends on one hand. If that.
Until I meet Dave on a dream trip to Puerto Rico. The location and the guy are all kinds of perfection—both temporary in my life, obviously. And who doesn’t love a vacation fling? Especially with someone charming, caring, smart, grounded. A guy totally unaware of how sexy he is.
Leaving paradise is hard enough, but the trifecta of traumas that I return home to are one punch in the gut after another. My world comes crashing down, and I’m not emotionally equipped to handle any of the fallout. Not in the moment, nor during the hard rain that will surely deluge me for months after. Probably for years. I thought I understood what it meant to be alone. I had no idea.
Dave’s open invitation to hide away in his adorable Maine cottage hits perfectly right now. He's determined to help me heal, but it turns out he needs me, too. For some reason, he thinks I have something left to give.
Maybe—just maybe, if we stick together—we won’t drown in our storms.
Trigger Warnings: pregnancy loss, infant loss, in utero loss
I never meant to become an influencer. (Ugh, just that word makes me grimace.) A few restaurant reviews for cute local Boston spots suddenly snowballed into an unexpected career. But while I'm blessed to have millions of followers, I can count my true friends on one hand. If that.
Until I meet Dave on a dream trip to Puerto Rico. The location and the guy are all kinds of perfection—both temporary in my life, obviously. And who doesn’t love a vacation fling? Especially with someone charming, caring, smart, grounded. A guy totally unaware of how sexy he is.
Leaving paradise is hard enough, but the trifecta of traumas that I return home to are one punch in the gut after another. My world comes crashing down, and I’m not emotionally equipped to handle any of the fallout. Not in the moment, nor during the hard rain that will surely deluge me for months after. Probably for years. I thought I understood what it meant to be alone. I had no idea.
Dave’s open invitation to hide away in his adorable Maine cottage hits perfectly right now. He's determined to help me heal, but it turns out he needs me, too. For some reason, he thinks I have something left to give.
Maybe—just maybe, if we stick together—we won’t drown in our storms.
Trigger Warnings: pregnancy loss, infant loss, in utero loss