A family torn apart by their father’s infidelity are forced to
confront the past thirty years later. As Natalie’s younger sister, Amanda,
prepares for marriage and impending motherhood, her plea for the family to
reunite uncovers pent-up tension and animosity. Can they forget the past and
become a family again?
Natalie’s life begins to unravel as their father starts to creep back into their lives and family tensions resurface, affecting her relationship with her boyfriend, Rob. Will the couple find their way back to each other, and can a family that has been torn apart ever heal their wounds?
Can you ever walk away from someone you love, or do some fires never die out?
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Excerpt
Natalie’s life
unravels after her father comes back into her life. Her younger sister is
getting married before her. A series of events derail her life and triggers her
into a self-destructive hole. She breaks up with the boyfriend that she loves
and struggles as her family gang up on her and gaslight her. Ember is a dual
timeline novel told from different perspectives. I have always found it
interesting how siblings can have different versions of their own childhood.
Ember is ultimately a book which has a lot of love in it. I hope you all enjoy
it.
Natalie
It feels like I have stepped into a darkness. My life was steady, moored to happiness. Now that stability is gone. I scrub harder at the kitchen counter. I have cleaned and tidied almost everything in my brother’s little house. I hope he won’t get upset when he arrives home with little Nat. The house was fine before and yet I have been cleaning and tidying for hours. Trying to make order out of chaos. This is what I do when I am at sea. Rob always teased me about it. The flat is messy, let’s have a fight.
Seeing Rob was
awful. I broke up with him for him, but I could never tell him that. To see the
hate in his eyes — it killed me. I love him so much. To be responsible for his
hurt is one thing, but for him to hate me. I guess I shouldn’t have expected
anything else.
I had left him by
the side of the road and then not spoken to him for weeks. I just drove to my
brother’s house and that was that. I would have been devastated if he had done
that to me. I should have seen it at the time, but it seemed like the only way.
Maybe it was best
that he hated me. It left no door open to step through. The strength I needed
every day to not call him or go to him. The strength to not love him, that was
all easier if he hated me.
The problem was the
link to Neil and Amanda, but there was not much I could do about that. While he
was in their lives, I would always hear his name, and probably bump into him
occasionally. The thought of him finding a new girlfriend and going on double
dates with Amanda and Neil came to me in a sharp, painful burst. One of those
false memories that makes you flinch.
I always fuck things
up. Unless it is my career. It is the only thing in my life that I excel at.
The rest of my life is a mess. A mess of my own making at that.I put the cloth
in the sink and take off the Marigolds. No need to scrub a hole in the counter.
I hear the door and I feel happy.
‘What is that smell?’
Paul asks.
‘I think it is
called clean.’
‘It looks like a
bloody showroom in here. Is this really how you waste your time?’
I watch as the rain
hits the window. Becoming so heavy it looks like pouring water. The
rat-a-tat-tat is comforting. Being inside when it is raining outside is one of
life’s small pleasures. There is just something about it.
‘So how are things
going?’
I startle and look
at Paul. I had been lost in thought.
‘Great. The job at
the hospital is rewarding. I like the people I work with. I have been getting
your house in order. I even looked at a few flats online. I do not want to
outstay my…’
Before I can finish,
Paul interrupts me.
‘Why do you always
do that?’
‘What?’
‘Always rounding off
every achievement and never giving yourself a rest. Mum is dead and to you, Dad
may as well be. Natalie. You’re free.’
‘God! Don’t say
that.’
‘It’s the truth.’
How do I answer
that? I think about it. My brother has got to the truth of me. He always does.
‘I still want Mum to
be proud of me.’
‘Okay, but please
take some advice from someone who has a child.’
‘Okay.’
‘All a parent ever
wants is for their child to be happy.’
I look at Paul. All
of this prodding at the parts of me I do not want prodded. I want to run away
again and yet I am sick of doing so.
‘So, are you happy?’
Bullseye.
I somehow manage to
get a no out. Paul is dishing tough love out in spades today.
‘What are you going
to do about it?’ He smiles at me and I cannot help myself: I smile back.
‘Something.’
‘Good.’
Paul has shifted the
sands. Bringing up something that I wanted to keep just where it was, buried
deep, away from my thoughts and emotions.
‘Rob hates me. We
are really broken up now.’
‘Is that a good
thing?’
‘I don’t know.’
‘Because you still
like him?’
‘Yes, but I know
everything. I knew what he was going to say and do before he did it. I knew
every promise. He made me feel like a chick.’
‘You are a chick.’
I give Paul a stern
look.
‘I needed more than
what was happening. He was so predictable. He always put his career before us.
He was such a workaholic. I don’t want to end up like my mother. I need more
than a few memories.’
‘That’s what a
relationship is. Memory. Marriage is memory. It’s having somebody along for the
ride. To witness and to care. You are not going to be happy if you get scared
every time someone loves you. Tell him to be more romantic, more spontaneous.
Tell him to put you before his job but for God’s sake don’t just give up.’
‘I broke his heart.
He won’t forgive me.’
‘He’ll forgive you.’
As I consider this,
I realise that I have finally lost the ability to talk my way out of being
happy. But now a wave of panic and pain is hitting me. What if I have blown it?
I consider Paul’s words.
‘I stole his car.’
Paul is taken aback
by this piece of information. He thinks for a moment.
‘What kind of car?’
‘A BMW.’
‘Jesus. The BMW
parked on the street is his? Yeah, that one is a deal breaker. You might not be
able to fix that.’
Author Bio – Catherine Yardley has been writing since she was in
single figures. She is happiest when she is reading or writing. She writes
women’s fiction because she believes women have the right to have their stories
told in all of their messy glory. She is represented by Susan Yearwood She
lives in London with her husband and their children. Ember is her debut novel.
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