Excerpt from Chapter Three

The Promise of Sunsets by Elizabeth Dolan-Cancian

Excerpt from Chapter Three:

The days were getting shorter. Abby just about caught the sunset
through the maple tree when she got home. She loved those quiet
moments, watching the fading sunlight while listening to her iPod and the
music she could never listen to with Joe. As more leaves fell from the tree,
the sunlight no longer only seeped through in beams but flooded through
the branches like light through an open window. In those fleeting minutes,
she was enticed by the fantasy of another life. But fantasy didn’t pay bills,
raise children, sit at the table and eat dinner, or make love. Reality with all
its foibles and heartache was something that could be counted on.

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