Trust In Love (A McCord Family Novel Book 2) Read Online Free PDF

Kevin becoming too mad about it. He eventually would have made her stop.
    It had been her only source of income when she was with him. So pathetic. She had been reliant on him and his money. But no more. From now on, she would make her way in this world with her own hard work. She would never allow herself to become reliant on anyone else. Never again.
    It'd be her way, or die trying.
    She was behind on a few orders, sending apology emails with discounts for their next purchase, almost making it free for them. She couldn’t afford to lose her faithful followers.
    She enjoyed toying with projects, creating interesting and unique designs made out of anything really. She made a coat rack once out of a pitchfork. She had curved the prongs into hooks, adding a touch of whimsy to it. She painted the handle with a delicate pattern, drawing out the beauty of the wood. For the bottom, she found a metal funnel with the hole just large enough to fit her handle through and hold the weight of it. With the right tools and frame of mind, anything was possible. She had both.
    The past week had flown by with hard work she had never doled out in her life. She had cleaned the house from top to bottom, every speck of dirt swept with a painful brush of her hand. She forgot how many times she filled her bucket up with new water, it turned brown so easily, so fast. Now cleanliness filled the air. Smelled fresh, new, and a little like freedom.
    She had gone grocery shopping, buying a few more essentials for the house, supplies for her work, and gas for the lawn mower that sat in the shed waiting to be used. Except when she filled it up, changed the oil, and pulled the string to start it, nothing happened. No roaring sound pierced her ears.
    She tinkered with it for a while, realizing she had no clue whatsoever what she was doing. A brief flicker of her mystery man swarmed her brain, almost wishing he would suddenly appear in front of her. She hadn't seen him once all week, almost as if he never existed. She didn't even know where he lived, but assumed somewhere in the neighborhood.
    Why hadn't she taken his offer to mow her yard? Her lawn mower was broken, she had no clue how to fix it, no money to buy a new one, and the grass was growing way beyond the appropriate height. He was right. Her house was the only run-down, neglected house on the block.
    She had no worries, though. She would just fire up another search engine on the computer and find how-to instructions on fixing a lawn mower. She created obscure and odd things all the time, she could figure out how to fix a lawn mower. She wasn't dumb. No matter how many times someone told her that as she grew up.
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    "What the hell you doing?" he bellowed in a disgusting tone, the stench of alcohol perforating her senses.
    "Setting the table," Sophie replied timidly.
    "You're doing it all wrong. You're the dumbest kid I know. Get the hell outta here and get your damn mother. I want it done right," he yelled, spit flying as the words flew out.
    Sophie nodded, turning abruptly, the tears in the corners of her eyes as she ran upstairs to where her mother was folding the laundry.
    "Mama, I can't set the table right. He wants you to do it," Sophie whispered behind her mother, who had just finished folding a towel.
    She turned towards Sophie. "Did he shout at you?"
    Sophie nodded. "I'm too dumb, Mama."
    Her mother crouched down to Sophie's level, grabbing her shoulders in a comforting embrace. "You're not dumb, Sophie. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise. He didn't mean to yell at you. He's a good man. He takes care of us."
    "He's been drinking, Mama. You know how he gets when he drinks. How is that taking care of us?" Sophie asked, hating that her mother put up with him, defending him constantly. She wished he would run out on them like her real father had. He wasn't a good man in her eyes.
    "He provides a roof over our heads and food in our bellies. He gets a little angry when he drinks, but he doesn't