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Unexpected Arrivals
Contributor(s): Walls, Stephie (Author)
ISBN: 1979826692 EAN: 9781979826693
Publisher: Createspace Independent Publishing Platform
US SRP: $13.99
Binding: Paperback: 302 pages
Pub Date: November 16, 2017
Annotation: Their story started in high school on the exclusive shores of Geneva Key. Years later, that same beach would bring them full circle in this second-chance romance filled with secrets and surprises, twists and turns...It had to be a joke. Any minute now, a van would drive up and Ashton Kutcher would slide the door open, laughing hysterically at my melodramatic performance on the front porch. But nothing happened.
The words on the page jumbled into a toxic mess my brain refused to comprehend, much less accept. Please consider this letter as a formal request to arrange a paternity test (DNA). I barely remembered Chelsea Airy. That wasn’t true we’d gone out once, and we’d been friends for a while after.
But I hadn’t heard so much as a peep from her since I’d gotten married. I’d reached out a handful of times, but she’d quit responding and fell off the face of the earth.
There hadn’t been a text, an email, a phone call, not even a Facebook message, much less a stork in the last five years. My wife could forgive a lot, but she’d never wanted children much less than another woman’s.
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Additional Information
BISAC Categories:
- Fiction | Coming of Age
- Fiction | Literary
- Fiction | Classics
Contributor(s): Walls, Stephie (Author)
ISBN: 1979826692 EAN: 9781979826693
Publisher: Createspace Independent Publishing Platform
US SRP: $13.99
Binding: Paperback: 302 pages
Pub Date: November 16, 2017
Annotation: Their story started in high school on the exclusive shores of Geneva Key. Years later, that same beach would bring them full circle in this second-chance romance filled with secrets and surprises, twists and turns...It had to be a joke. Any minute now, a van would drive up and Ashton Kutcher would slide the door open, laughing hysterically at my melodramatic performance on the front porch. But nothing happened.
The words on the page jumbled into a toxic mess my brain refused to comprehend, much less accept. Please consider this letter as a formal request to arrange a paternity test (DNA). I barely remembered Chelsea Airy. That wasn’t true we’d gone out once, and we’d been friends for a while after.
But I hadn’t heard so much as a peep from her since I’d gotten married. I’d reached out a handful of times, but she’d quit responding and fell off the face of the earth.
There hadn’t been a text, an email, a phone call, not even a Facebook message, much less a stork in the last five years. My wife could forgive a lot, but she’d never wanted children much less than another woman’s.
This item is Not Returnable
Additional Information
BISAC Categories:
- Fiction | Coming of Age
- Fiction | Literary
- Fiction | Classics