Tara Westover Family Home Novels & Stories

Asher and I were best man and maid of honor, and they moved to New York, where Stephanie runs a Pilates studio, had four children, and Trent runs a construction company. My mom and dad moved from the packhouse and bought a beautiful home in the countryside right outside Aberdeen, but frequently go to Italy to spend time with my father’s side of the family. They have visited many times through the years. We usually all spend Christmas in New York at Aunt Marley’s.

a week later, Zack was discharged from the hospital, and he went home with 'Tara, his mom, and his siblings, Every member of the family was happy to have him back at home, and Mimi came to visit him at home but was looking tired, she didn't stay long before she left, “Tara cook for everybody in the house, and a few hours later, his mom and siblings left for their house, and it remains Zack and 'Tara in the house, “I missed my house and my wife,” Zack says,

Is it that bad? "Your mother is scary." "I know. I'm sorry." "She says you don't know how to love." The typing indicator appears, then disappears. Then reappears. Finally: "She's not wrong." My heart breaks. "Damien..." "See you tonight. 7 p.m. Don't let her get to you." Too late for that. *** The family home is in Westchester. Among the sprawling grounds sits a mansion that looks like it belongs to a movie or drama conglomerate, with enough wealth to fund a small country.

There were no lawsuits to file. There was just this. A room full of people who had chosen each other. A room full of love that had been tested by fire and come out gold. "Are you happy?" Noah asked. Aria looked at the window, where the sun was setting over the city. The lights of New York were twinkling on, one by one. "I'm home," she said. And as she closed her eyes, surrounded by the noise and the warmth of the West family, Aria knew that the fortress wasn't just a place to hide anymore.

“Thank you, Mrs. West…” Summer fell momentarily silent for two seconds, then changed the subject. “Tiffie, I’ve heard of that thing between Tanya and Jackson. A woman like her will never enter our West family’s threshold. Even if I approved of her, Jackson would never agree to it anyway. I’m sure that you’ve suffered the most in this. Tanya has no family and sought shelter from you and Arianne in the capital, then finally set her sights on her best friend’s man. Who does she think she is? I will never let her deliver that piece of flesh in her womb to the world.”

"Cole, no. The Estate... that’s your family home. Your aunt lives there. Your cousin. I can't be around more people who would hate me. I just want to go to the penthouse." "Tara is already packing a bag to meet us there," Cole said, steamrolling right over my protest. "And as for my family... let them hate you. They can hate you from the other side of the wing. The Estate is five times the size of the penthouse. It has gates, armed guards, and grounds extensive enough that you never have to see a soul if you don't want to." "I can't," I argued, tears pricking my eyes. "I’m just a burden, Cole. Look at me. I fainted because of a cookie. I’m weak. I’ll just embarrass you in front of your famil

"Dad! Mom! Come see! We found a crab!" We stand up. We walk toward them. Hand in hand. As always. As forever. The sun plunges into the ocean. Night falls softly. And we are here. Together. Alive. Happy. Later, when the kids are asleep, we're sitting on the terrace of our beach house. Far from the city. Far from the bullets. Far from the wars. Tara looks at the stars. "Do you think he sees us?" she asks. I know who she's talking about. Our first. The one who didn't live.

Tara turned and snapped, “Don’t tell me to calm down. Have you any idea what I’ve been through today? Having to watch that bitch being praised by not only Mr. Tachibana, but the Princeton brothers, too.” Ray looked heavenward. “The Princeton brothers again,” he muttered under his breath. “Shut it,” she said darkly. “It’s none of your business.” Ray did shut it as they headed toward the back of the restaurant. There, they met up with Mrs. Clark, or rather, Tara’s biological mother, Mrs. Byrd, who had supposedly died in the fire that burned down Queen Mary Orphanage on St. Joseph Island some eighteen years ago. Tara came to sit down beside her mother, a dark expression on her face.

“Ah, we did make it home. Somebody will probably find us soon. We made too much noise for them not to.” Helping me stand, he shares the sheet with me, wrapping us together while covering us as best as he can. I cannot look around much, the sheet is far too snug once it is twisted around my frame enough to keep the essentials covered. I have the choice between mobility and modesty and at this point, the need for modesty is winning. “So…” I rock back and forth on my feet. “Where are we exactly and what do we do from here?” “This is my family’s ancestral home,” he says rather vaguely. “Tara.”

He read through his will one last time, and once he was certain that nothing was amiss, he left it on his study room table and went to greet the guests. … Aria could not remember the last time she had been to this place. She looked around and seeing how the whole compound and the house were decorated, she was marveled. The rich really knew how to splash money. Tasha looked around curiously and asked, “Mommy, is this Daddy’s family home?” Aria smiled as she pinched her chubby cheeks, “Yes, baby, you are so smart. This is daddy’s home. This is the place where Daddy grew up.”