Don’t Call Me Daddy (ASHFORD FALLS #1) by Jeré Anthony EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
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- Authors: Jeré Anthony
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Ivy
Cloudy days always remind me of my sister, so I guess the weather suits the
occasion. I’ve been driving nonstop for two days with no specific
destination in mind, just a general direction of what feels the most right.
Right.
Nothing about anything in my life feels right, but maybe that’s what I’m
trying to find out here.
Fern’s list weighs heavy in the front pocket of my damp overalls, like a
tether keeping me from floating away. It’s a burden and a comfort all the
same, one I’ve promised to fulfill, no matter how long it takes.
She should be here for this. She should be holding her ridiculous
checklist and navigating us through this spectacular mountain range she
was always so obsessed with. She should be driving while I sit with my feet
propped on the dash, controlling the playlist.
That’s the way it should be happening, but lung cancer doesn’t care
about any of that stuff. It doesn’t care about Fern’s dreams or the countless
lists she made to catch them. It doesn’t care about any of our plans—or lack
thereof—and it certainly doesn’t care about what any of us wanted.
Otherwise, I wouldn’t be lost, somewhere in the mountains of West
Virginia, with my twin sister’s ashes riding shotgun in my passenger seat.
It’s awfully poetic in a morbid way that I have to fulfill that damn list by
myself, with only my sister’s ghost to guide me. But I can’t help but think
Fern’s enjoying watching me try to figure it out, how I’ll manage to
accomplish this ridiculous list without her careful planning. How I’ll Ivy
my way through it, just like I always do—in the least graceful way possible.
I used to hate how Fern made everything look so easy and seamless
while I bulldozed my way through life, leaving a trail of destruction and
chaos in my path. But after everything I’ve lost, I can’t seem to make
myself care what anyone thinks anymore.
I tighten my sweaty palms around the steering wheel as I maneuver my
old Volkswagen Cabriolet around the tight, hairpin turns of the Appalachian
Mountains.
I’ve got the legs of my overalls rolled up to my knees as the soppy, wet
fabric clings to my skin like glue. So much for my attempt to hike to the
waterfall.
I was two miles into the hike when I slipped and fell into the ice-cold
stream I was attempting to cross.
Luckily, the stream was shallow enough that my overall pocket stayed
dry. I wish I could say the same for my cell phone.
I glance at my phone in the comically large bag of rice, strapped in with
a seat belt next to my sister’s urn. It’s not a combo you see every day, and
the absurdity of it all gives me an odd sense of peace.
Sure, having a working navigation system would be nice, but there’s
nothing I can do about that now, so I might as well enjoy the ride. There are
certainly worse places to get lost. At least I’ve got the gorgeous mountain
views to distract me, right?
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