Wildflower Highway

Bol

My husband was getting ready for work on a Tuesday afternoon and told me he didn't love me anymore.Five words. Thirteen years. Gone.What followed was the kind of unraveling that doesn't happen in neat chapters - it happens in gas station parking lots, bathroom floors, and the back roads of states you've never been to. It happens when you're running from everything you built and have no idea what you're running toward.My name is DaisyAnn Fields. I'm a West Virginia woman with a big mouth, a bruised heart, a borderline personality disorder diagnosis, and apparently a talent for surviving things that should have finished me.This is not a perfect love story.It's a real one.The kind where two broken people have to decide - separately, painfully, honestly - if what they had is worth rebuilding from the ground up. The kind where healing isn't pretty and love isn't enough on its own and rock bottom turns out to have a basement.But sometimes, if you're stubborn enough, basements have doors.Wildflower Highway is a bleeding-heart romance for anyone who has ever loved someone through the wreckage and wondered if there was anything worth saving on the other side.

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Pages: 364, Paperback, Independently published