Here’s what the blurb says about Rocks and Flowers in a Box, book two in Cynthia Hilston’s Lorna and Tristan series:
The wedding bells for Lorna and Tristan Blake toll doom right as the honeymoon begins with an unexpected turn in Tristan’s health.
While World War II winds down, Lorna receives a letter from the War Department informing her that the brother she thought killed in action is still alive.
She’s overjoyed, but his return will dredge up a devastating secret about their parents’ tragic death – a secret that could destroy her new marriage and threaten her husband’s physical and mental well-being.
What unfolds is a balancing act of keeping the faith and shattering the pieces of the life she’s worked so hard to put back together…
Read an extract:
Chapter three: Lorna is cleaning out her husband, Tristan’s, old house, and comes across his old address book with the names of his family he doesn’t talk to anymore.
After lunch was long finished and the dishes cleaned and put away, I busied myself in one of the upstairs bedrooms at Tristan’s house. Downstairs, Macy and John organized the living room. The bedroom held various pieces of mismatched furniture: one white dresser, one dark oak dresser, a light brown roll-top desk, a few dismantled bed frames, head- and footboards, and several filing cabinets. I went to the closest cabinet and pulled open the top drawer. Dust flew out. I sneezed, then coughed as more of it assailed me. I waved a hand in front of my face to dispel the particles and gazed at the files. I removed one and found an old address book. My curiosity got the better of me, and I flipped it open, poring over names and addresses of people who were once part of Tristan’s life. His former life, when he’d been Stephen Richardson, before he changed his name after the accident.
Several people with the surname Richardson were listed. I was sure they must have been part of his family. There was a George Richardson listed living in Cleveland, just a few streets away. An Earl Richardson and his wife, Georgia, lived in Kansas, which was where Tristan originally came from. His family had moved to Cleveland when Tristan had just been a kid, his father seeking better opportunity. According to my husband, his father had worked for the Ford plant and had moved his way up during the booming twenties when car production was flourishing and the economy was rolling along like a train on a smooth track.
I frowned at those names. Another George and his wife, Rebecca, were crossed out. They had lived in Cleveland as well, although closer to downtown. I wondered if these folks had been his parents. I knew they were deceased and about his father’s heart attack, but Tristan didn’t mention his family much beyond that they had treated him poorly.
“I was the black sheep,” he would often say whenever I inquired after his family. That usually put a stop to my questions.
I sighed and closed the address book, holding it to my chest. Still, it’s his family. What I would give to have my family back. If there’s the smallest chance they could reconcile, maybe it’s worth it. If something serious happened to me, I’d want my family to know about it, even if we weren’t close.
I blinked as my vision blurred and shook away my reminiscing. Surprised to find a tear tracking down my cheek, I wiped at my face. I stood and set the address book aside, then returned to the task of clearing out the room.
Meet the author:
Cynthia Hilston is a thirty-something-year-old stay-at-home mom of three young kids, happily married. Writing has always been like another child to her.
After twenty years of waltzing in the world of fan fiction, she finally stepped away to do her debut dance with original works of fiction.
In her spare time – what spare time? – she devours books, watches Doctor Who and Game of Thrones, pets her orange kitty, looks at the stars, and dreams of what other stories she wishes to tell.
Rocks and Flowers in a Box is available to buy on Amazon.