Beginning ~ in her office

Tory loved the way the slanting October sun filled her office.  The woods around her house were mostly eastern cedars and sugar maples, but one venerable oak tree spread its branches just outside her sliding glass door, and the sun reflecting from its red and yellow leaves splashed gold-tinged light across her desk.  It shone on Jack's high school portrait in its braided leather frame, and made the faint gold butterfly gleam from the green depths of the Murano glass paperweight.

The Glass Butterfly ~ by Louise Marley, 2012, fiction (Italy and Oregon)

A new life.  A new name.  A complete break with the past.  It's the only way therapist Victoria Lake can think to protect her son — and herself — from a case turned deadly.  She and Jack have barely spoken since he's gone to college.  As painful as it is, it's better that he think she's dead than let her enemies suspect that she's not.  Jack could never stand his mother's insistence that sometimes intuition told her things facts couldn't.  But he has a strange feeling that she's alive, despite the meticulous police investigation and the somber funeral.  Of course, Jack is reconsidering several things his mother said, now that she's gone.  To survive, Victoria knows she has to reinvent herself completely.  She can't even listen to her beloved Puccini.  But without the music in her ears, eerie dreams invade her sleep.  Lush with the sounds and sights of 19th-century Tuscany, her dreams are also loaded with a very real warning she can't afford to ignore.

Last week, I noticed that I had recently bought TWO "butterfly" books for my Kindle, when I posted about the other one:  The Memory of Butterflies by Grace Greene (2017).  I've read about a fourth of this second "butterfly" novel so far.

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