The vineyard was quiet in the early hours of dawn. Maria sat at her writing desk, the windows open to the scent of ripening grapes and the distant hum of workers preparing for the day. Her fingers hovered over the keyboard, her heart steady. She had written the final line of her second book.She titled it The Unspoken Harvest.Unlike The Quiet Vine, which had been a gentle meditation on motherhood and legacy, this new work was bolder. It was a reckoning. A collection of essays, letters, and fictionalized vignettes that explored the invisible burdens women carry—expectations, silence, sacrifice—and the cost of performing perfection in a society that rarely asks what lies beneath.Maria didn’t write it to provoke.She wrote it because she couldn’t stay silent anymore.The book opened with a letter to her daughter:“Celestina, if you ever feel the weight of being everything to everyone, know that you are allowed to be something for yourself.”From there, Maria wove stories of women she h
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