26
Rachel pulled into the parking lot at yet another garden centre. It was the tenth for the day. Who was she kidding? Why had she thought a former cosmetics consultant could ever get into the nursery business?
She’d walked around each nursery first. Three of them were visibly rundown, so she hadn’t bothered asking for a job. The other six had either told her there was no work or scanned her CV and asked why she’d left her previous job.
“I wanted a total change,” hadn’t been enough to gain an interview.
This was the last stop. If she couldn’t get a job here, she’d have to go back to David Jones. She couldn’t bear living with Esther and her fantasy of a perfect family much longer. If a woman of nearly thirty could be so naive as to pull a stunt like the reconciliation attempt, who knew
