ROOTS IN CONCRETE

ROOTS IN CONCRETE

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When Ava walked out of her parents' front door with a baby on her hip and nothing but a half-packed duffel, she wasn't just leaving a toxic family. She was cutting the last cord that tied her to a man who promised the world but left her with nothing but tears and unpaid bills. Starting from scratch with no savings, no degree, and no one to call for help, Ava built her business from the kitchen table-while her baby napped in a stroller beside her. Years later, the world calls her the woman who turned rock bottom into an empire. And her daughter? The brilliant, fearless soul who refused to let her past define her future-living her dream as a digital nomad, making money in her sleep, and inspiring millions online. But when ghosts from Ava's past resurface, both mother and daughter will have to decide if forgiving means forgetting... or if some doors should stay locked forever.
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Being a mom wasn't part of her five-year plan - especially not alone. At twenty-six, Ava Mitchell juggles a full-time job, a preschooler who refuses to nap, and a stack of unpaid bills. Her family stopped calling years ago, her friends drifted away, and she's doing everything she can just to make it through the day without breaking down. But when a stranger starts showing up at the small coffee shop where she works - a quiet man with kind eyes and his own share of scars - Ava's routine begins to shift. She doesn't have time for love. She barely has time to sleep. Yet somehow, between spilled coffee, missed buses, and bedtime stories, she starts to remember what it feels like to hope again. Because maybe "holding it together" isn't about being perfect - it's about letting someone hold you when you can't anymore.

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