The Breakdown Book Summary Novels & Stories

Orlando and I had been together for ten years. I'd looked after his sick mom, sweating out a fever of my own, and where was he? Knocking back drinks with Rosalind, playing therapist to her broken heart. I swallowed my pride at work, getting chewed out by my boss, while he spent the night companying Rosalind because she had cramps. Then, when I got the news my mom had passed, I tried calling him, desperate for support. But nope—phone off. After a wild goose chase, turns out he was at Rosalind's graduation. That was it. I gave up. But Orlando wouldn't let go. Red-eyed, he begged me for just one more chance.

It sets you free. She prayed she and Beau and her siblings and friends stayed happy and loving in their relationships. They had been through a lot together. They broke each other yes, but they fixed those cracks with gold and it was beautiful. There was wonder in destructionand they had each other to get through the rubble of brokenness. *BREAKING YOU* *ThE end*

In his time as a True Crime writer, Byron had interviewed many people, many of them disturbed or troubled in some way. In these interviews, he would often run up against what he called The Breakdown, to the point where, due to the pressures of telling him their story a person would hit an unknown well of feelings and just… shut down, usually in a maelstrom of tears. They always recovered but it was at a point that Byron always hated, even dreaded.

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He was the one constant who cared and never betrayed me. Since Ian preferred Roxy, they could get engaged for all I cared. I was done with them. “Are you honestly breaking up with Ian? He’s a good kid. You might not find someone better if you let him go.” Baron could tell something was wrong, his eyes reflecting worry. He approached my bed on his tiptoes, the words escaping his lips at last. “He’s a good kid. He probably didn’t set boundaries when being nice to Roxy too.”

I stood up, grabbed my coffee, and splashed the entire cup right into Clara's face. "You should be grateful you're pregnant right now." With that, I grabbed my bag and walked out. I could hear Clara's hysterical screaming fading behind me as I left. I went straight from the cafe to the Pack Council to file for an official Decree of Dissolution. I pulled out a Recording Stone— I knew Clara hadn't asked to meet me out of the goodness of her heart, so I'd come prepared. I hadn't expected her to hand me exactly what I needed on a silver platter.

I stopped and looked back, puzzled. Seeing the complete lack of recognition in my eyes, Sarah finally broke down, tears streaming down her face. I frowned, got into the car waiting by the curb, and left without hesitation. In the rearview mirror, Sarah's figure, crouched by the roadside sobbing, gradually shrank and disappeared.

She was satisfied with bread and cheese and a cup of coffee. That afternoon she worked on the new Childers book she was illustrating. It was a delightful little story and she managed to draw great pleasure from her interpretations of the author's theme. After a while she decided to take a break. She curled up on the sofa and gathered herself up to the pleasure of her meditation.

My desktop screen glowed quietly in front of me. I tried focusing. Tried pretending I was just another employee working an ordinary job. But every small movement reminded me otherwise. The sting on my skin from Laney’s slap earlier. The missing piece beneath my dress. The memory of Romane’s eyes watching me from that jewellery store. God. I pressed my fingers against my temple tiredly. What was happening to my life? I felt not in control anymore after a very long time. My marriage was cracking apart in silence. Laney was becoming more possessive by the day. And somehow Romane had suddenly reappeared after years like a ghost refusing to stay buried.

Upon hearing what Jordyn had just said, Wynn stilled for a moment as a subtle smile played on her lips. The beginner and advanced editions of this book had the same cover. Wynn was reading the advanced edition. She hadn't even encountered this sort of detailed content during her PhD, let alone in her undergrad. She had been reading a lot lately, and since Linda visited the Lockets almost every day, she knew the book had both a beginner and advanced version. At Jordyn's words, she figured Celeste was definitely reading the beginner's version. She almost burst into laughter. However, since Trevor and Beck were there, she held it back.