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Truth of the Matter

Truth of the Matter, October 2020
Potomac Point #2
by Jamie Beck

Montlake Romance
Featuring: Anne Sullivan
ISBN: 1542008735
EAN: 9781542008730
Kindle: B083DSW8W5
Paperback / e-Book
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"Potomac Point has new arrivals and old secrets"

Fresh Fiction Review

Truth of the Matter
Jamie Beck

Reviewed by Clare O'Beara
Posted October 3, 2021

Women's Fiction

Anne Sullivan moves back to Potomac Point after the end of her marriage. Far from giving up a city career, as we see in other books about a retreat to a quiet town, Anne has never worked outside the home. The TRUTH OF THE MATTER is that she had a teen pregnancy and got married quickly to her college boyfriend, then devoted seventeen years to her family. Now, her ex-husband has moved on to another woman.

While the friendly local building contractor adapts the Cape Cod style home, Anne visits her grandmother Marie, who is in a care home due to the onset of dementia. She deals in a civil fashion with Richard Chase, the lawyer ex whose divorce isn’t final yet, but less so with his new acquisition Lauren, who has two young kids. But most of Anne’s focus is, as it has always been, her daughter Katy. Parenting styles obviously differ. This women’s fiction tale shows us three generations and how they got it right or got it wrong. From my own experience I can say that girls in their mid teens do not want parents running their lives and asking constant questions. Katy, uprooted from school, wishing for the impossible – her dad to come home - and with little say in her life, starts smoking and self-harming.

I have not read any previous books in the ‘Potomac Point’ series. The only locals we meet for any length are a gallery owner, Trudy, and the builder Dan Foley, who between them reawaken the artistic spirit Anne has abandoned. There’s a catty woman, but she is more of a token than an obstacle. In a sense this does not help us love the town – they live by the sea and Anne never takes her daughter boating, nor gives her an adopted pup to train, which would have solved a great many problems in my opinion. However, the lack of friendships or financial obligations, leaves Anne time to visit her fading grandmother and piece together the lady’s sad past romance she had previously never known.

I don’t like the way that both parents use Katy as a weapon to stab the other. Maybe this does happen but don’t tell me the self-aware teen doesn’t know it’s happening. And then her parents think it’s okay to spend time having deep conversations with Katy telling her how much potential she has and how they value her, while doing their best to make the other parent take her for the weekend. If TRUTH OF THE MATTER is that Anne and Marie were formed by their parents’ attitudes, Jamie Beck is showing us the universal truth that parents don’t always get life right - but children can survive the experience. This book entertained and absorbed me during a few lunchbreaks, and will appeal to women who don’t want a full-on second chance romance story, but like to address other issues in ongoing lives while knowing the potential for romance exists. We can all learn something, not least of which may be to develop our own talents.

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Starting over means looking back for a mother and daughter on the road to reinventing themselves in a moving novel about family secrets and second chances by Wall Street Journal bestselling author Jamie Beck.

Seventeen years ago, two pink stripes on a pregnancy test changed Anne Sullivan’s life. She abandoned her artistic ambitions, married her college sweetheart before graduation, and—like the mother she lost in childhood—devoted herself to her family. To say she didn’t see the divorce coming is an understatement. Now, eager to distance herself from her ex and his lover, she moves with her troubled daughter, Katy, to the quaint bayside town of Potomac Point, where she spent her childhood summers.

But her fresh start stalls when the contractor renovating her grandparents’ old house discovers a vintage recipe box containing hints about her beloved grandmother’s hidden past. Despite the need to move forward, Anne is drawn into exploring the mysterious clues about the woman she’s always trusted. Gram’s dementia is making that harder, and the stakes intensify when Katy’s anxieties take an alarming turn. Amid the turmoil, uncovered secrets shatter past beliefs, forcing each woman to confront her deepest fears in order to save herself.


A laundry list of insults cycles through my mind like ticker tape, but I literally bite my tongue when another image of Katy’s splotchy face from this morning flickers through my mind. All the time spent filling her life with love and opportunity means very little in light of one inescapable reality: by letting our family fall apart, Richard and I have fundamentally failed our daughter.

Condemning my husband is pointless. However we got here, the result is the same.

The brokers return, confirm the payments, congratulate us all, and quickly show us out. Even though I never loved that house, the finality of what’s happening hits me like a board to the face. My married life and home are truly lost to me. There will be no going back. No fixing what broke. I’m starting over at thirty-seven. That prospect festers like an ulcer. All I know is how to be a wife and mother.

My hands tremble for a split second as I grapple with my purse strap. Please, God, don’t let Richard see my strength falter. His affair humiliated me. He can never know how badly he’s hurt me, too.

The buyers walk ahead of us, holding hands. The woman is decked out in a Trina Turk “Vanah” dress, diamonds and sapphires in her ears and around her neck and wrists, and cute platform espadrilles. Her husband is attractive in a Tom Hardy way and carries his success like Richard does—chin up, shoulders proud.

I can picture him—much like my soon-to-be ex—proudly moving into that home that has three times more space than any family needs. What he doesn’t yet know is that four stories and a dozen rooms make it too easy to slink away from each other for entire evenings. Bit by bit that disconnect—the physical space between each person—becomes the sort of emotional distance that loosens family bonds. Not that you see it happening in the moment.

I’ve often wondered whether Richard and I might’ve stayed together if we’d remained in the two-thousand-square-foot home we’d previously owned. Questions like that keep me up nights.

A decade ago, we were excited. Happy. A young family on our way up. The problem with rising so high so fast? When you fall—and that fall will come, usually when you least expect it—you smack the ground so hard a part of you dies.

Once reanimated, you feel more like a roamer on The Walking Dead than a person.

Richard leans in as if he might kiss my cheek, but stops short when I flinch. “Good luck, Anne. Hope you don’t die of boredom in that small town.”

His condescension pricks the ugly bitterness that has blistered beneath my skin since his May confessional.

“Well, I survived life with you, so how bad can Potomac Point be?” I pat his shoulder twice. “Don’t worry about me. Save your energy for staying sane while Lauren has you stuck at home raising her young kids. I’ll be sure to send postcards from Paris and Prague to give you goals to look forward to in another twelve or fourteen years.”

I turn away and walk to my car without looking back so he can’t see my brave face slip. The truth is I’d wanted more kids but, after the agony of a late-term miscarriage, chose to focus all my love on Katy and her anxieties. Once she’d turned six, Richard no longer wanted to bring an infant into our lives. Another decision to regret, I suppose, because both Katy and I might be better off if we had another person in our shrinking family.

By the time my car door closes, fresh tears blur my vision. Contrary to my goal, I did not escape that closing with my dignity intact—behaving no better than my teen daughter.

It takes a bunch of tugging and a good lick to wrench my wedding rings from my finger. In the sunlight their dazzling sparkle is full of false promise, so I drop them into my purse. I stretch the fingers of my bare left hand, which now looks as unfamiliar as everything else about my undone life.

Richard wasn’t the husband I’d hoped he’d be, and ours hadn’t been the perfect marriage. But I’ve given so much of myself to that life that I can’t stand the way it’s ending. He’s skipping forward as if our years together meant nothing, leaving me behind on an uncertain path. Seeing him quickly—and happily—replace our family stings like an ice-cold shower.

I’ve been telling myself I’m not running. Telling myself that this move will be for the best.

Please, God, let me be right.


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