circular motion in Daisyâs direction. âItâs all red and blotchy. Youâve been crying.â
Daisy put her hands to her cheeks. Once again, her mother had managed to make her feel ugly and insecureâjust like that. This was pointless. âI donât know why I bother.â She pushed herself to her feet.
Her motherâs deep inhalation was audible. âSit down. Tell me whatâs going on.â
Although it went against her better judgment, Daisy sat back down, because she really had no idea where else to turn. She slowly began to relay the sorry state of her divorce, finishing with, âIâm going to lose the bakery and I donât know what to do.â
After listening without interrupting, Cynthia said, âYou should let Alexander take a look. Heâs really good at this kind of thingâhe should be able to advise you.â
For the first time all day, Daisy felt a modicum of relief. Could it be that sheâd made the right decision to come here and ask her mother for help? She hurried back out to the car to retrieve her file folder. By the time she got back inside, Cynthia had briefed Alex about what was going on. He took the file and sat down at the kitchen table, going through each document in great detail. In the meantime, her mother removed a million kinds of fruits and vegetables from the refrigerator and proceeded to throw them all into a blender, creating a disgusting-looking pea-green concoction. She poured two large glasses and passed one to Daisy.
It tasted marginally better than it looked. Marginally.
âI know,â Cynthia said. âItâs not Nanaâs strudel, but itâs good for you.â
Daisy made a face and took another tiny sip. âSo, whatâs the book about, anyway?â
Cynthia took a long drink, almost emptying her glass. âItâs a guidebook.â
âWhat kind of guidebook?â
âA guide to bad relationships and how to avoid them.â
âWhat?â
Tilting her head, Cynthia said, âIf you consider the men Iâve dated, from your father until...now, I am sort of an expert in the field of disastrous relationships.â She glanced over to Alex poring over the documents, a soft smile lighting her features. âAnyway,â she said, âI pitched the idea to a publisher friend of Alexanderâs and he liked it enough to offer me a deal. They even gave me an advance.â
âWow,â Daisy said before hazarding still another sip. âThatâs great. Really great.â
She asked her mother a few more questions about the project, and something strange happened. Her mother came alive in a way Daisy had never seen before, talking animatedly, using her hands, pacing, laughing. Making fun of herself.
Who was this woman? She was the polar opposite of the self-important, reserved person Daisy had grown up with.
âDaisy?â Alex said, gathering the papers together and placing them carefully back into the folder. âHave a seat.â
Shit. She did not like the sound of his voice. Her stomach heaved, threatening to expel the horrid green drink as she slowly made her way to the table.
Once seated, Alex reached over and took her hand. âYou should have come to us sooner.â
Shit, shit, shit.
Swallowing was suddenly impossible.
âYou donât have a lot of choices. Your grandmother left the bakery to you, but the law is clear. Property gained while married becomes part of the estate, and Alan is entitled to half of the estate.â He tapped the file. âIn fact, because he worked there for a number of years, you owe him a portion of the profit. You should have been paying him, but you havenât. Why?â
âThereâs no money. Itâs all gone to lawyers, bills and repairs. I had to redo the plumbing. Weâve been having problems with the electrical. I had to buy new stoves because there was a power surge a while back. At the end