Danielle Steel: Accident

In one tragic moment everything changed.

Her daughter's life.

Her marriage.

Her world.ACCIDENT A novel of courage

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DANIELLE STEEL“STEEL IS ONE OF THE BEST!”— Los Angeles Times “THE PLOTS OF DANIELLE STEEL'S NOVELS TWIST AND WEAVE AS INCREDIBLE STORIES UNFOLD TO THE GLEE AND DELIGHT OF HER ENORMOUS READING PUBLIC.”—United Press International“Ms. Steel's fans won't be disappointed!”— The New York Times Book Review “Steel writes convincingly about universal human emotions.”— Publishers Weekly “One of the world's most popular authors.”— The Baton Rouge Sun

PRAISE FOR DANIELLE STEEL'S ACCIDENT “BOUND TO DELIGHT STEEL'S FANS!”— Publishers Weekly “TOUCHING, SATISFYING …SUNG … IN PERFECT TUNE.”— Booklist “INSPIRING …POWERFUL …[an] ultimately triumphant tale.”— Lincoln Journal (Ga.) “A DEFINITE PAGE-TURNER!” The Sandersville Progress (Ga.)“ENGAGING …[WILL] KEEP YOU UP HALF THE NIGHT! [Steel] does her homework and creates lives narrated realistically.”— Lexington Herald-Leader (Ky.)“POWERFUL … ACCIDENT IS STEEL'S BEST-WRITTEN NOVEL.”— The Rockdale Citizen (Ga.)“A PAGE-TURNING PLEASURE!”— Southern Pines Pilot (N.C.)A MAIN SELECTION OF

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JOURNEY MESSAGE FROM NAM THE HOUSE ON HOPE DADDY STREET STAR THE WEDDING ZOYA IRRESISTIBLE FORCES KALEIDOSCOPE GRANNY DAN FINE THINGS BITTERSWEET WANDERLUST MIRROR IMAGE SECRETS HIS BRIGHT LIGHT: FAMILY ALBUM The Story of Nick Traina FULL CIRCLE THE KLONE AND I CHANGES THE LONG ROAD HOME THURSTON HOUSE THE GHOST CROSSINGS SPECIAL DELIVERY ONCE IN A LIFETIME THE RANCH A PERFECT STRANGER SILENT HONOR REMEMBRANCE MALICE PALOMINO FIVE DAYS IN PARIS LOVE: POEMS LIGHTNING THE RING WINGS LOVING THE GIFT TO LOVE AGAIN ACCIDENT SUMMER'S END VANISHED SEASON OF PASSION MIXED BLESSINGS THE PROMISE JEWELS NOW AND FOREVER NO GREATER LOVE PASSION'S PROMISE HEARTBEAT GOING HOME Visit the Danielle Steel Web Site at: http://www.daniellesteel.com

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To Popeye,

who is always there

when it matters,

for the big things,

and little ones.

Every hour,

every moment

of every day,

I will always love you.

With all my heart

and love , d.s.

CHAPTER 1

It was one of those perfect, deliciously warm Saturday afternoons in April, when the air on your cheek feels like silk, and you want to stay outdoors forever. It had been a long, sunny day, and driving across the Golden Gate Bridge at five o'clock, into Marin, it took Page's breath away as she looked across the water.

She glanced over at her son, looking like a small blond replica of her, beside her, except that his hair was sticking up straight where his baseball cap had been, and there was dirt all over his face. Andrew Patterson Clarke had turned seven the previous Tuesday. And just sitting there, relaxing after the game, one could feel the strength of the bond between them. Page Clarke was a good mother, a good wife, the kind of friend anyone would be grateful for. She cared, she loved, she worked hard at whatever she did, she was there for the people who meant something to her, she was artistic in ways that always amazed her friends, she was unconsciously beautiful, and fun to be with.

“You were great this afternoon.” She smiled over at him, one hand briefly leaving the wheel to ruffle the already tousled hair. Andy had the same thick, wheat-colored blond hair that she did, the same big blue eyes, and creamy skin, only his was well dusted with freckles. “I couldn't believe that ball you caught in the outfield. Looked like a home run to me.” She always went to his games with him, and his school plays, and on field trips with his class and his friends. She did it because she loved it, and she loved him. It was obvious when he looked at her that he knew it.

“It looked like a homer to me too.” He grinned, showing gums where both of his front teeth had been until recently. “I thought Benjie would get to home base for sure.” He chortled mischievously as they reached the Marin County side of the bridge. “…but he didn't!”

Page laughed along with him. It had been a nice afternoon. She wished that Brad could have been there, but he played golf with his business associates every Saturday afternoon. It was a chance to relax and catch up with what they were all doing. It was rare for him to spend Saturday afternoons alone with her anymore. And when he did, there was always something else they had to do. Like Andy's games, or one of Allyson's swim meets, which always seemed to be held in the most godforsaken places. Either that, or their dog cut her paw, the roof leaked, the plumbing fell apart, or some other minor emergency had to be taken care of. There were no lazy Saturdays anymore, there hadn't been in years. She was used to it, and she and Brad stole whatever moments they could, at night when the kids were asleep, between his business trips, or on their rare weekends away together. Finding time for romance in busy lives was quite a feat, but somehow they managed to do it. She was still crazy about him, after sixteen years of marriage and two kids. She had everything she wanted, a husband she adored, and who loved her, a secure life, and two wonderful children. Their house in Ross wasn't elaborate, but it was pretty and comfortable, it was in a nice area, and with her constant puttering and knack for improving things, Page had made it really lovely. Her years as an art student and an apprentice set designer in New York hadn't served her much, but she had used her talents in recent years to paint beautiful murals for herself and friends. She had done a spectacular one at Ross Grammar School. She had turned their home into a place of real beauty. Her paintings and murals and artistic touch had turned an ordinary little ranch house into a home that everyone admired and envied. It was all Page's doing, and all who saw it knew that.

She had painted a baseball game in full swing on one wall of Andy's room as his Christmas present the previous year, and he really loved it. For Allyson, she had done a Paris street scene the year she'd been in love with all things French, and later a string of ballerinas inspired by Degas, and more recently she had turned Allyson's room into a swimming pool with her magic touch. She had even painted the furniture in trompe l'oeil to match it. The reward was that Allyson and her friends thought the room was “really cool,” and Page was “wow …really rad …she's okay,” which were high marks from the fifteen-year-old set.

Allyson was a sophomore in high school. Looking at them, Page was always sorry she hadn't had more children. She had always wanted more, but Brad had been adamant about “one or two,” with the emphasis on one. He had been crazy about his little girl, and didn't see why they needed any more children. It had taken seven years to convince him to have another. That was when they moved out of the city, and into the house in Ross, when Andy was born, their little miracle baby, she called him. He was born two and a half months premature, after Page fell off a ladder doing a Winnie-the-Pooh mural in his bedroom. She had been rushed to the hospital with a broken leg, and she was already in labor. He had been in an incubator for two months, but in the end, he was absolutely perfect. She smiled, remembering it sometimes, how tiny he had been, how terrified they had been that they might lose him. She couldn't imagine surviving it, although she knew she would have … for Allyson, and Brad, but her life would never have been the same without him.