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~Karice

Dash of Love Excerpt

Chapter One

Grace

The sun filtered through the lanky pine trees on the narrow country road where the posted speed limit was far too fast for any sane person’s comfort level. With groves of pines and farms sprawled as far as the eye could see, I knew Buttercup Lake was where my daughter and I were meant to be for the summer.

This getaway would be the perfect way to spend time together. We could both remember what was important and try to figure out how to manage the future without the one stable force we’d been used to for as long as I could remember.

My husband.

Soul mate.

BFF.

I forced the lump down in my throat and gripped the steering wheel as I glanced at my daughter. This summer was about healing, dang it.

She turned down the music on her earbuds and scowled at me for the intrusion. “What?”

“Nothing. I just love you.”

Isabelle shrugged and adjusted her seat belt as she looked outside the passenger window.

“This should be a fun summer,” I tried again.

She put her phone down. “For whom?”

My stomach knotted, and I let out a deep breath.

Since when did she start saying whom?

Never in a million years did I expect my little Isabelle to turn into the teenager of all teenagers. But the moment she’d turned thirteen and three-quarters, we’d become her nuisance.

We.

I kept in the silent tears and reminded myself that I was no longer part of awewith the love of my life by my side.

I was anIwho was super single, supremely alone, and utterly confused. I needed answers. I needed time away.

A few days back, I found myself having a conversation with a squirrel in the park close to home. He looked like he’d lend an ear as long as he had an acorn in hand, and I needed someone to talk to. It was right after the school called about Isabelle again, and I went for a walk. Once I’d waited for the squirrel’s response, that was when I realized I needed time away. His little, beady eyes met mine, and it was like he was letting me know this relationship needed to end.

Even the squirrel was letting me down gently. He even left a seed pod as a parting gift.

No doubt about it. I needed Buttercup Lake and the answers it might hold.

It had been sixteen months since Tim had passed away, and every single day, it felt like I relived the moment he fell to the turf and left us. He was playing soccer with his buddies, and it happened in a flash.

I’d been trying to pick up the pieces ever since, but it wasn’t until I got that last call from Isabelle’s school that I knew I needed to change our lives for the better. They told me she wasn’t allowed to attend the school fair celebrating the last day of school, and I told them she didn’t want to go anyway.

A completely mature response on my end.

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