Every Little Lie
Sometimes you win. Sometimes you learn a lesson. Usually the hard way.
This
time the lesson was all about closure, and Elizabeth Stoneham knew with
every brain cell she possessed that the lesson was going to be another
hard one.
Elizabeth returns to Houston to carry out her legal
responsibilities as the executrix of her mother’s estate. She’d left
home nearly ten years ago. In all those years, she’d not visited or
called her mother, and her mother had reciprocated—as if they had a
silent mutual understanding to leave each other in peace. Peace? She’d
found none in her self-imposed exile in Dallas.
After all this
time, why had her mother…lured her back? That’s what naming her as
executrix was. A lure. Bait for the trap. Since Elizabeth had followed
in her adored father’s footsteps and become a lawyer, her mother knew
she wouldn’t ignore a legal responsibility.
Perhaps her mother
had mellowed as she’d grown older? Did she seek closure from the grave?
No. Closure was a myth woven from hope and longing. There would be no
closure, but maybe she’d be able to the biggest mystery of her life—why
her mother had hated her.
Despite her resolve, staying at her
mother’s house brings back all the memories she’d worked so hard to
smother. In a moment of weakness, she allows herself to be swept away by
her mother’s captivating new neighbor. She wants the mindlessness of
passion to banish the pain—at least for a little while.
The only problem with that kind of temporary solution is that a woman can become ensnared if she’s not careful.
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