The Light in the Wound
Christine Brae
Language: English
Pages: 376
ISBN: 1490449647
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
Affected by her parents’ highly publicized divorce, Isabel grows up isolated and alone, with a resolve to never fall in love and repeat their mistakes. When Jesse Cain enters her life, she falls hopelessly in love with him, and every sadness she’s ever felt is washed away by his intensity and passion. But people change as they grow up. Things can never stay the same forever. Jesse and Isabel fight to stay together, determined to hold on to what they once had. Isabel wonders if a second love can ever be enough to make her forget her first.
Here, far away in a foreign country, as different as it had been, it was peaceful. I had made my place, succeeded in my career. Whatever wasn’t good enough for anyone then was no longer the case now. This was my home and everything that happened before this was all just a bad dream. I can’t even remember everything that happened; yet I was so sure that it had made me the person I was now. Too bad it was all at the price of so many tears and heartaches. The biggest one of all was about to
to hear anyone’s voice but my own. Just then, the maid respectfully interrupted my story, which was just about to get more exciting. “Ma’am Anna, Claudia is asking to see you. She’s waiting outside by the front door. “Claudia, as in my mom?” I didn’t wait for an answer. I bolted out of my chair and ran through the halls toward the front door. There she stood, looking absolutely beautiful. She was all dressed up in her designer clothes, a pair of Chanel palazzo pants and a silk blouse that was
We spend a lot of time together.” “How about your grandparents, Isabel? Do you get along with them?” “I’ve lived with them since I was seven. My grandmother is always angry at my mom, calling her names and telling me that I’m going to grow up to be just like her. Then she gets angry at me.” “Why do you think she gets angry at you? Do you know what she means when she says that you’ll grow up to be just like your mom?” “I think it’s because I look like my mom. When boys look at me or talk to me,
Heart. The building looked just like the front of a castle, complete with barred windows and a round tower. A middle-aged nun dressed in a navy blue habit met us at the door. “Good morning, Mr. Holtzer. I’m Sister Marybeth. Welcome to our school. It is so nice to meet you,” greeted the nun as she shook hands with my grandfather. Sister Marybeth had a very heavy French accent. Hmmm. “This must be Isabel,” she continued, “what a lovely girl you are.” What is it about being oblivious to
you’re in.” Loud music and young people everywhere. It was also very dark, and you could hardly make out the figures that were on the dance floor. The house was huge and in between the foyer and the main reception area was a large garden with a pool. To get to the bar area, we had to walk on the grass, which was an ordeal in itself, being that we were all in stiletto heels. “Isabel, my friends want to say hi to you. Come with me,” Evie instructed, as she took my hand in hers. “Wait, where’s