I don’t have a new series to start for Fiction Friday, but I did write a very short beginning to the book in the series that will be about Liz and her journey dealing with an unexpected life change.
I won’t be sharing it here yet. I probably won’t start a new serial fiction story until the new year.
The working title for Liz’s story is The Secrets We Hold.
Guilt twisted in the center of Liz Cranmer’s chest. She’d lied to her best friend.
Not exactly lied.
Simply left some details unspoken.
Still, Molly had left the hospital thinking she knew everything about why Liz had swallowed half a bottle of painkillers.
There was so much Molly didn’t know, so much Liz didn’t want her to know.
Part of Liz wished panic hadn’t led her to call for an ambulance.
Liz had let Gabe charm her again, the alcohol letting her believe him when he said he was sorry for how he’d hurt her.
“It was my fault,” she’d told Molly.
And it was. Everything that had happened that night and everything she was facing now was her fault. She’d screwed up. Again. Like she always did.
And now her life would never be the same.