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      THE OYSTERVILLE SEWING CIRCLE

      Susan Wiggs

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      First published in the USA by HarperCollinsPublishers 2019

      Copyright © Susan Wiggs 2019

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      Susan Wiggs asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work.

      A catalogue copy of this book is available from the British Library.

      This novel is entirely a work of fiction. The names, characters and incidents portrayed in it are the work of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or localities is entirely coincidental.

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      Source ISBN: 9780008151386

      Ebook Edition © September 2018 ISBN: 9780008151393

      Version: 2019-07-12

       Dedication

Dedication Image

      Contents

       Cover

       Title Page

      Copyright

      Dedication

      Prologue

      Part One

      Chapter 1

      Chapter 2

      Chapter 3

      Chapter 4

      Chapter 5

       Chapter 8

       Chapter 9

       Chapter 10

       Chapter 11

       Chapter 12

       Chapter 13

       Part Three

       Chapter 14

       Chapter 15

       Chapter 16

       Chapter 17

       Chapter 18

       Part Four

       Chapter 19

       Chapter 20

       Part Five

       Chapter 21

       Part Six

       Chapter 22

       Part Seven

       Chapter 23

       Chapter 24

       Chapter 25

       Chapter 26

       Chapter 27

       Chapter 28

       Chapter 29

       Chapter 30

       Chapter 31

       Epilogue

       Author’s Note

       Acknowledgments

       Keep Reading …

       About the Author

       Also by Susan Wiggs

       About the Publisher

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      In the darkest hour before the breaking dawn, Caroline Shelby rolled into Oysterville, a town perched at the farthest corner of Washington State. The tiny hamlet hung at the very tip of a narrow peninsula, crooked like a beckoning finger between the placid bay and the raging Pacific.

      She was home.

      Home to a place she’d left behind forever. To a place that held her heart and memories, but not her future—or so she’d thought, until this moment. The chaotic, unplanned journey that had brought her here had frayed her nerves and blurred her vision, and she nearly missed seeing a vague shadow stir at the side of the road, then dart in front of her.

      She swerved just in time to miss the scuttling possum, hoping the lurching motion of the car wouldn’t wake the kids. A glance in the rearview mirror reassured her that they slept on. Keep dreaming, she silently told them. Just a little while longer.

      Familiar sights sprang up along the watery-edged roadway as she passed through the peninsula’s largest town of Long Beach. Unlike its better-known namesake in California, Washington’s Long Beach had a boardwalk, carnival rides, a freak show museum, and a collection of oddities like the world’s largest frying pan and a carved razor clam the size of a surfboard.

      Beyond the main drag lay a scattering of small settlements and church camps, leading toward Oysterville, a town forgotten by time. The settlement at the end of the earth.

      She and her friends used to call it that, only half joking. This was the last place she thought she’d end up.

      And the last person she expected to see was the first guy she’d ever loved.

      Will Jensen. Willem Karl Jensen.

      At first she thought he was an apparition, bathed in the misty glow of the sodium-vapor lights that illuminated the intersection of the coast road and the town center. No one was supposed to be out at this hour, were they? No one but sneaky otters slithering around the oystering fleet, or families of raccoons and possum feasting from upended trash cans.

      Yet

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