Our Fragile Hearts
‘a very well written story which will tug at your heartstrings.’ - Fiona WilsonThree lives. Three broken hearts…Piper loved her mommy. So when she loses her, her world is confused and sad. But she has Rachel now. She won’t leave her as well, will she?Rachel finds out she has a 5-year-old sister on the same day that she is told her mother has died. Having been in foster care for years, she never really knew her mom, but she knows for sure she doesn’t want the same thing for Piper. She knows she has to take care of her – but how?Mary never even got to see her baby. They took it away as soon as she gave birth. And the hole in her heart has never healed. So when she meets Rachel and Piper, two lost girls looking for a family, her broken heart skips a beat…What readers are saying about Our Fragile Hearts‘a lovely, heartwarming story about second chances’ – For the Love of Books‘Buffy Andrews has hit a homerun with Our Fragile Hearts and I just loved it!!’ – Sharon Kirchoff (Goodreads)‘This story is full of hope and love, and eventual peace. It is one to remember for a long time to come.’ – Jennifer (Goodreads)
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Three lives. Three broken heartsâ¦
Piper loved her mommy. So when she loses her, her world is confused and sad. But she has Rachel now. She wonât leave her as well, will she?
Rachel finds out she has a five-year-old sister on the same day that she is told her mother has died. Having been in foster care for years, she never really knew her mom, but she knows for sure she doesnât want the same thing for Piper. She knows she has to take care of her â but how?
Mary never even got to see her baby. They took it away as soon as she gave birth. And the hole in her heart has never healed. So when she meets Rachel and Piper, two lost girls looking for a family, her broken heart skips a beatâ¦
Our Fragile Hearts
Buffy Andrews
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First published in Great Britain by HQ in 2016
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Version date: 2018-07-02
BUFFY ANDREWS
is an author, blogger and journalist.
She leads an award-winning staff at the York Daily Record/Sunday News, where she is Assistant Managing Editor of Social Media and Engagement.
In addition to her writing blog, Buffyâs Write Zone, she maintains a social media blog, Buffyâs World.
She is also a newspaper and magazine columnist and writes middle-grade, young adult and womenâs fiction.
She lives in southcentral Pennsylvania with her husband, Tom; two sons, Zach and Micah; and wheaten cairn terrier, Kakita. She is grateful for their love and support and for reminding her of whatâs most important in life.
Sometimes our heart breaks into a million pieces and we think it will never be whole again. But then a hand reaches out and steadies us and we know with all certainty that our fragile heart will heal.
I thank the hands that have steadied me during my darkest hours, the arms that have carried me when I was too weak to walk and the hearts that have saved me from brokenness and despair.
To wonderful friends who fill my life with love and laughter: Stacey Zambito, Shonna Cardello, Laura Schreiber, Renee Maderitz and Lilli Horn.
I love you girls!
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About the Publisher
Mary
June 30, 1957
I hate Mother. I hate Father. Theyâre sending me away. They said I brought shame to the family, that no decent man will want me. They have forbidden me to see Teddy. He doesnât know Iâm carrying his child. He thinks I donât love him. My life is over.
Love, Mary Katherine
***
I lay in my hospital bed trying to remember. I remembered the cold, sterile delivery room and the doctors and nurses dressed in white and wearing masks. I remembered seeing the delivery table and the bassinet, the sterile towels and drapes and rubber gloves. I even remembered seeing the scissors and string the doctor would use to tie my babyâs umbilical cord.
But I didnât remember seeing my baby.
I didnât even know if Iâd had a boy or a girl. The nurse had given me something for my pain, and when I woke up I was in this hospital room with another mother who had given birth to a stillborn. I listened to her cry for the child sheâd lost. And she listened to me cry for the child I had but would never see.
