“You can’t leave. You just got here.”
Oh, yeah? Watch me. I long to say the words, but my throat feels like it’s closing up.
“How can you do this, Summer?” Skye glares at me, her chin jutting forward. “I cannot believe you’re leaving….” She puts her hands on her temples, like the drama queen she is. “No, wait, yes, I can. It’s just like you to hightail it when things are tough.”
Oh. I’m tempted to slug her. My mouth is so dry, but I manage to choke out, “Now you wait just a minute.”
Skye throws up her hands. “Go your merry way and leave it all to me. You are undoubtedly the most selfish woman I’ve ever known.”
All I can think of as I watch her walk away is No one knows you like a sister.
Unless your sister doesn’t know you at all.
Nancy Robards Thompson
Award-winning author Nancy Robards Thompson is a sister, wife and mother who has lived the majority of her life south of the Mason-Dixon line. As the oldest sibling, she reveled in her ability to make her brother laugh at inappropriate moments and soon learned she could get away with it by proclaiming, “What? I wasn’t doing anything.” It’s no wonder that upon graduating from college with a degree in journalism, she discovered that reporting “just the facts” bored her silly. Since hanging up her press pass to write novels full-time, critics have deemed her books “…funny, smart and observant.” She loves chocolate, champagne, cats and art (though not necessarily in that order). When she’s not writing, she enjoys spending time with her family, reading, hiking and doing yoga.
Sisters
Nancy Robards Thompson
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From the Author
Dear Reader,
Before I started writing fiction full-time, I worked as a reporter for a Central Florida business newspaper. While there, I wrote a story about a local chef who’d organized a food bank that served the area’s homeless shelters and soup kitchens. Talking to him was a real eye-opener. He pointed out that in many cases people don’t choose homelessness because they’re lazy, that often mental illness plays a large role in the downward spiral that lands someone on the streets.
In my book Sisters, which is adapted from my manuscript that won the 2002 Romance Writers of America Golden Heart Award, a mother and her twin daughters set out on a road trip to find the youngest sister, who ran away from home when she was sixteen and chose to live on the streets despite numerous offers of family help. In the process, they confess secrets that heal wounds that have kept them apart for years and discover how compassion and understanding can lead to a richer purpose in life.
I hope you are inspired by their journey and that life brings you many blessings.
Warmly,
Nancy Robards Thompson
This book is dedicated to my wonderful brother,
Jay Robards, whose gentle ways and compassionate heart
set an example we should all live by. Thanks for helping me
with the details of homelessness and shelters.
Jay, your work changes lives. I am so proud of you.
Thanks to Gail Chasan and Tara Gavin for seeing
the vision in my work; and to Michelle Grajkowski for your
sage advice and unwavering support.
Thanks to my father, Jim Robards, for mapping
out the route from Florida to Missouri.
Thanks to Robin Trimble and Susan Pettegrew for educating me on the ups and downs of bipolar disorder.
Thanks to Pamela LaBud for teaching me
about coma recovery.
Deepest appreciation to Brock and Sarah McClane
for input on fractures.
Love and thanks to Teresa Brown, Kathy Garbera,
Elizabeth Grainger, Catherine Kean and
Mary Louise Wells for reading chapters at a moment’s notice,
for helping me when I’ve plotted myself into a corner
and for your constant friendship.
As always, deepest love to Michael and Jennifer.
You make my life complete.
CONTENTS
CHAPTER 1
CHAPTER 2
CHAPTER 3
CHAPTER 4
CHAPTER 5
CHAPTER 6
CHAPTER 7
CHAPTER 8
CHAPTER 9
CHAPTER 10
CHAPTER 11
CHAPTER 12
CHAPTER 13
CHAPTER 14
CHAPTER 15
CHAPTER 16
CHAPTER 17
CHAPTER 18
CHAPTER 19
CHAPTER 20
CHAPTER 21
EPILOGUE
CHAPTER 1
Skye
Most people aren’t doing anything special when bad news barges in. It’s usually just a regular day.
The call comes on an ordinary Monday. The kids are at school. My husband, Cameron, is at work. I’m bringing in groceries from the SUV, hurrying because it’s going to rain. I can smell the showers moving in, that loamy-earth scent of decay and renewal, wafting from the back burner of summer’s last days.
I set the plastic bags on the granite-topped island in the kitchen and turn to go back out for the rest when the phone rings. I almost don’t pick up. But something—I’d call it a sixth sense, if I believed in such hooey—compels me to answer.
“Hello?”
“May I talk to Skye Woods?”
It’s a man’s voice I don’t recognize. Traces of a Spanish accent. I’m guessing he’s a solicitor and I get ready to tell him that we’re on the State of Florida’s Do Not Call list, that his company could receive a hefty fine.
“Who is calling,