Black Dahlia (The Dahlia Trilogy of The Gilded Flower Series Book 2) by Vivian Winslow

anymore—until now.
    She notices the date written in the top right hand corner. A piece of the paper had been folded down, obscuring it before. He wrote it two years ago. Dahlia can hardly remember what she was doing then, but Shane was already clean and becoming a successful entrepreneur.
    Shane lied. He didn’t have the courage to tell her before, and he died before she could confront him, giving him the last word, the last apology. She crumples up the letter, her tears turning to rage. How could he have kept the truth from her all this time?
    My Dearest Dahlia. Those words roll around her head. The time they spent together, yet he never told Dahlia about her .
    She’s still alive . It’s the line that threw Dahlia into a tailspin. Their daughter is still alive, and he could only try to tell her in a letter that he never sent? And all the worse, Dahlia’s own mother had also lied and told her the baby died at the other hospital.
    Dahlia wipes the tears with the back of her hand. The Old Woman was wrong. She was betrayed. Not by one person, but two.
    The flight attendant walks quietly up to her to announce their descent into Teterboro airport. “There’s a thunderstorm moving over the New York area, so it will probably get a bit bumpy.”
    Dahlia nods and whispers, “Thank you.”
    She looks out into the night sky, her rage growing greater by the minute. Now Dahlia knows where she’s supposed to be.
     
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Acknowledgements
    There are so many things that go into writing a book that have little to do with sitting down and writing. First it’s the inspiration, an idea, or even the inkling of an idea that is sparked by experience, a memory or dream, or a person. I want to thank my husband, first and foremost, for sharing numerous adventures with me that have inspired my stories, as well as his tireless support. I’d also like to thank my children. While more often than not they keep me from writing, they inspire me every day.
    Aside from ideas, there are the friends who make you feel as if anything is possible and that how you execute it, however messy and awful, is the most terrific thing you’ve ever done. Sara and Lisa, you two crazy bitches make me feel invincible.
    Of course, I seem to find crazy bitches wherever I go. Karen and Lucia, you two troublemakers have made my years in New York City memorable. Promise me to never share those pictures.
    Then there is that one friend who not only tells you that what you do is wonderful—even if she thinks otherwise—is willing to go along for the ride. Suzann, I will be eternally grateful to the universe for sending you to me. Thank you for holding my hand and encouraging me every step of the way.
    Sonja, we’ll always have Paris . . .and Chicago, and New York. Thank you for all the profound experiences we had together.
    And of course, the family who’s had my back since I took my first steps. Of course you weren’t surprised to find out that I write those kinds of books—and I wouldn’t presume they’d read them. That my sisters-in-law do read them means the world to me. B and K, thank you for being a part of my family and for reading my books.
    Last, but certainly not least, my deepest gratitude to my fans, readers and bloggers who feature my books. This series is for you! I am incredibly humbled and grateful to you all for your support and your kick-ass reviews. There are so many books out there. That you’ve found mine and enjoyed them enough to write a review or buy these books means the world to me. Thank you, thank you, thank you!
     
     

About the Author
    Vivian Winslow was born and raised in Southern California. Before becoming a writer, she made a career out of moving around the world every couple of years thanks to her husband’s job. She currently lives in New York City with her husband and two elementary school age children, and is grateful to finally have a place to call home for more than two years. New