The Rumor

by Elin Hilderbrand

Madeline started to cry. She couldn’t believe it was five o’clock already. How was her day? What day? Her day had evaporated. She had exactly nothing to show for herself.

Did she feel taken for granted?

she did wish her parents had kept the story of her birth to themselves. She wished it were secret history that nobody ever talked about, rather than being the event that defined her.

The apartment wasn’t remarkable in any aspect—except that it was hers. So here was something she’d missed out on all her life: a place of her own.

many women dont get to experience life on their own or have the time/means to find themselves they're always the title of someone who belongs to someone

Every life contains a novel.

Allegra believed in nothing so strongly as her own good fortune, and in things working out in her own best interest.

This was the reaction Grace had been craving. As Benton took her face in his hands and started to kiss her, she marveled at how it felt to have someone in her life who shared her passion for this yard and who was just as over the moon about this feature as she was. A partner. A friend.