Author: Tara Sivec
Series: Fisher’s Light #1.5
Published by Self-Published
Release Date May 3, 2015
Genres: Contemporary Romance
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It’s time for me to tell my story.
I know I’m a coward for waiting this long to explain my side of things. I know I should have tried long before now to make amends. There’s nothing like staring right at death’s door to put a fire under your ass. I’m going to die with enough regrets to fill ten notebooks and that’s a tough pill to swallow, but when I meet my maker, I want to be able to hold my head high with the knowledge that at least I confronted all of those regrets.
The Life and Times of Trip Fisher
I’m sorry, I love you, please forgive me.
Book announcements from your favorite authors are the best kind of surprises, and this one near tops the list. From the world of Fisher’s Light comes the story of the patriarch of the family, Trip. Fall in love all over again!
Age is just a number.
That’s what people say at least. As I sit here on my old, worn-out couch, flip through a photo album and listen to the wind hollowing outside with the approaching storm, I think those people are full of shit. I have two hundred Canadian coins in a tin on my bookshelf. There are sixty-one pictures in this photo album. I have one hundred and four old 45’s that I still listen to on my 1953 RCA record player. THOSE are just numbers; numbers of items and things that I’ve collected over the years.
I am eighty-three years old. As I turn the page in the photo album resting on my lap, I see the age spots and wrinkles on the top of my hand. I feel the arthritis in my right hip and knee flaring up because I’ve been sitting on this couch for too long. When I look in the mirror, I don’t see a good-looking, cocky son-of-a-bitch who had life by the balls, I see an old man with too many regrets.
Age isn’t just a number. It’s days, weeks, months, years of disappointments and memories and watching your life pass right in front of your eyes, knowing you can’t go back and do things differently. You had one shot to get it right and if you screwed it up…well, that’s just too damn bad.
I guess this is it, huh? After fourteen years together, starting a life of our own on this island, five deployments and countless letters I’ve written you through it all, I finally go out to the mailbox and see something I’ve always dreamed of: an envelope with your handwriting on it. For one moment, I actually thought you’d changed your mind, that all the awful things you said to me were just your way of coping after everything you’d been through. I was still here, Fisher. I was still here, holding my breath, waiting for you to come back even though you told me you never would. You always said you’d find your way back to me. Out of all the lies you’ve told me, this one hurts the most.
Enclosed you will find the signed divorce papers, as requested.
I hope you find what you’re looking for. I’m sorry it wasn’t me.
To get the ending they want, Lucy and Fisher will have to go back to the beginning. Through the good and the bad, they’ll be reminded of why they always made their way back to each other, and why this time, one way or another, it will be the last time.