Edie had spent her whole life planning her future, imagining her husband, her kids, and even which minivan shed drive. Lucky for her, she didnt have to wait long, marrying her high school sweetheart right after graduation. All of Edies dreams had come true, until they were no longer her dreams. Unable to deal with the lingering depression caused by having children, she left her whole life behind, walking away from the one thing she'd always wanted. Donovan Leery loved his wife with everything he had and could never imagine life without her. Until he came home from work one day and found a letter from Edie, explaining she needed a break. Not only leaving him to live his life without her, but alone to raise their three small children. But what happens when Edie is ready to come home? When shes ready to fight for it all back? She knew it wouldnt be easy. But she didnt care. After spending years getting her life back together, she was ready to fight for her family. And a fight is what Donovan would give her. She'd fight to make up for her Biggest Mistake. Sometimes our fondest dreams become our worst nightmares.I always knew exactly what I wanted out of life. While my friends wished and wondered, I planned. A husband, children, even the perfect minivan--my future was a family, and I couldn’t wait to step into it. Donovan proposed right after graduation, and everything else fell into place too, right down to the van.I should have done things differently, I know that now. I should have told someone, should have told him about the bottomless depression I fell into post-partum. Instead, I convinced myself I just needed a little time away, a small break to get my head straight. I made my biggest mistake when I gave into my demons and walked away from everything I’d ever wanted.It took me two long years to recover, but now I know exactly what I want again. I want my family back. Donovan says they don’t want me. Don’t need me. He says he’s moved on. But the look in his eyes tells me there’s a chance, even if I have to fight.
