Zoe knows that it wasn’t really her fault. Of course it wasn’t. But if she’d just grasped harder, run faster, lunged quicker, she might have saved him. And Edward doesn’t really blame her, though his bitter words at the time still haunt her, and he can no more take them back than she can halt the car that killed their son.
Two years on, every day is a tragedy. Edward knows they should take healing steps together, but he’s tired of being shut out. For Zoe, it just seems easier to let grief lead the way.
A weekend in Paris might be their last hope for reconciliation, but mischance sees them separated before they’ve even left Gare du Nord. Lost and alone, Edward and Zoe must try to find their way back to each other – and find their way back to the people they were before. But is that even possible?
Long long long This drags on in excruciating detail of the relationship of these two, both of whom need to drink less and tell the truth more often. Good idea for a plot but it might have worked as a short story.
Unfortunately, The Secrets and Lies in This Book Don’t Sit Well With Me When I looked through the Kindle First selections for September, I had a hard time choosing one because none of the choices really appealed to me. I can usually find one book that suits my contemporary romance/historical fiction/contemporary fiction interests but I had a difficult time this month, so I decided to choose Who We Were Before by Leah Mercer. It seemed like the closest fit for me and, while it most closely fits into the contemporary fiction genre in my opinion, I have mixed feelings…
A powerfully-written, heartfelt tale of love and loss…. Leah Mercer’s novel “who we were before” is a skillful job of storytelling. It is a first-rate, emotional account of a tragedy and its aftermath, interspersed with flashbacks of the start of the relationship. If you are like me, you will care tremendously for the characters and root for them.