Last One Home: A Novel
Debbie Macomber
Language: English
Pages: 416
ISBN: 0553391909
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
NEW YORK TIMES BESTSELLER
Debbie Macomber, author of the Blossom Street and Cedar Cove series, delivers an inspiring new stand-alone novel about the enduring bond between sisters, the power of forgiveness, and a second chance at love.
Growing up, Cassie Carter and her sisters, Karen and Nichole, were incredibly close—until one fateful event drove them apart. After high school, Cassie ran away from home to marry the wrong man, throwing away a college scholarship and breaking her parents’ hearts. To make matters worse, Cassie had always been their father’s favorite—a sentiment that weighed heavily on her sisters and made Cassie’s actions even harder to bear.
Now thirty-one, Cassie is back in Washington, living in Seattle with her daughter and hoping to leave her past behind. After ending a difficult marriage, Cassie is back on her own two feet, the pieces of her life slowly but surely coming together. Despite the strides Cassie’s made, she hasn’t been able to make peace with her sisters. Karen, the oldest, is a busy wife and mother, balancing her career with raising her two children. And Nichole, the youngest, is a stay-at-home mom whose husband indulges her every whim. Then one day, Cassie receives a letter from Karen, offering what Cassie thinks may be a chance to reconcile. And as Cassie opens herself up to new possibilities—making amends with her sisters, finding love once more—she realizes the power of compassion, and the promise of a fresh start.
A wonderful novel of perseverance and trust, and an exciting journey through life’s challenges and joys, Last One Home is Debbie Macomber at the height of her talents.
Praise for Last One Home
“Fans of bestselling author Macomber will not be disappointed by this compelling stand-alone novel.”—Library Journal
“Family, forgiveness and second chances are the themes in Macomber’s latest stand-alone novel. No one writes better women’s contemporary fiction, and Last One Home is another wonderful example. Always inspiring and heartwarming, this is a read you will cherish.”—RT Book Reviews
“Tender, real, and full of hope.”—Heroes and Heartbreakers
“Once again, Ms. Macomber has woven a charming tale dealing with facing life’s hard knocks, begging forgiveness, and gaining self-confidence.”—Reader to Reader
“Macomber never disappoints me. . . . She always manages to leave me with a warming of the soul and fuzzy feelings that stays for days.”—Fresh Fiction
“A very heartwarming novel of healing and reconciliation . . . that touches on life’s more serious moments and will leave readers hoping to revisit these flawed but lovable characters in the future.”—Book Reviews & More by Kathy
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fun in here.” “That’s because we’re singing along with Uncle Kracker and you’re stuck with Mr. Potato Head,” Cassie said. Shelly’s eyes widened as she slid her finger sideways across her throat, telling Cassie to cut it. That was when she realized Steve had come inside with George and stood directly behind her. Well, she hadn’t said anything he didn’t deserve. “Here,” George said, breaking the tension. He handed Steve a bottle of water as if nothing had happened. Then he looked toward Shelly
and resuming painting. “You mean he actually has a warm side?” Cassie mumbled sarcastically. “Both George and I were unsure when we first met him,” Shelly explained, peeking around the corner. Cassie had the feeling her newfound friend was exaggerating. “He was like this with both of you?” Shelly hesitated. Cassie thought so. “Not really,” she answered on Shelly’s behalf, returning to her own painting. “It took him awhile to warm to us, too. It’s like he’s hiding inside a fort or something
doorway and watched as her husband backed the car out of the garage. Jake paused halfway down the driveway, rolled down his window, and called out, “What time will you be home?” “I won’t be too late. Five at the absolute latest. That okay?” She felt a bit silly asking her husband such a question. His smile was warm. “Honey, of course, and buy yourself a pair of those fancy jeans you saw online.” “Jake—” “You deserve them,” he said, cutting off her protest. “Be sure and thank Mom for me.”
to hold back a yawn. “Daisy threw up.” Daisy was their cat—or, rather, Lily’s cat, although she seemed far more attached to Buddy than she was to his sister. “It’s all over my bed and it’s yucky.” Great. Just what she needed to start off her morning. “Come on, I’ll change the sheets for you.” “It looks like blood.” On closer examination Karen realized that Crazy Daisy had indeed thrown up and it wasn’t pet food that she was seeing mingled in with Buddy’s sheets. It was the remains of a
waiting. He introduced himself to Steve and the two men exchanged hearty handshakes. “I wasn’t sure what time you’d arrive,” Karen said, and rubbed her palms together with what looked like nervous agitation, “but Garth and I held off on lunch.” “You fixed lunch for us?” Cassie looked to Steve and offered him an apologetic smile. It was well past one o’clock and she hadn’t given a single thought to lunch. He must be half starved by now, and yet he hadn’t said a word. Nervous as she was,
