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Where We Belong: New Excerpt

A special excerpt of Emily Giffin's Where We Belong (out July 24, 2012) is available on Heroes and Heartbreakers to members. Please sign in or register to read the full excerpt.

 

Where We Belong by Emily GiffinMarian Caldwell is a thirty-six year old television producer, living her dream in New York City. With a fulfilling career and satisfying relationship, she has convinced everyone, including herself, that her life is just as she wants it to be. But one night, Marian answers a knock on the door . . . only to find Kirby Rose, an eighteen-year-old girl with a key to a past that Marian thought she had sealed off forever. From the moment Kirby appears on her doorstep, Marian’s perfectly constructed world—and her very identity—will be shaken to its core, resurrecting ghosts and memories of a passionate young love affair that threaten everything that has come to define her.

 

(And be sure to check out Emily Giffin’s free bonus piece, “The Diary of Darcy J. Rhone,” featuring Something Borrowed and Something Blue’s Darcy and Rachel. You’ll also get an exclusive first look at Chapter 3 of Where We Belong!)

 

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I know what they say about secrets. I’ve heard it all. That they can haunt and govern you. That they can poison relationships and divide families. That in the end, only the truth will set you free. Maybe that’s the case for some people and some secrets. But I truly believed I was the exception to such portents, and never once breathed the smallest mention of my nearly two-decade-long secret to anyone. Not to my closest friends in my most intoxicated moments or to my boyfriend, Peter, in our most intimate ones. My father knew nothing of it—and I didn’t even discuss it with my mother, the only person who was there when it all happened, almost as if we took an unspoken vow of silence, willing ourselves to let go, move on. I never forgot, not for a single day, yet I was also convinced that sometimes, the past really was the past.

 

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