Series: The Work of Becoming Trilogy – Book 1
Author Name: Tonya Cam
Publication Date: May 5, 2026
Publisher: Hammock Oak Publishing
Pages: 310
Genre: Historical Fiction – 20th Century / Depression Era
Any Triggers: First chapter baby is sick (on page), then dies (off page), very minimal intimacy scenes, cheating spouse.
Two women. Lives they didn't choose. A friendship that dares them to want more.
Miami, 1933. Mary Simons was supposed to fill her scrapbook with photos of her baby's first smiles, locks of fine hair, and handwritten milestones. Instead, she records respiration rates and temperatures, hoping science can save what love can't. When her baby dies, the future she imagined dies with her.
A thousand miles north, Elena Wagner has spent years trying to bury the girl who nursed her mother and sister through their final days. Silk dresses and a husband who adores her keep the grief at arm's length. But an unplanned pregnancy, and a Depression that won't end, threaten to pull her back into the one role she swore she'd never play again.
A chance encounter at the Chicago World's Fair brings the two women together. When circumstances relocate them both to the sugarcane fields of Depression-era Florida, an unlikely friendship becomes the one thing they can't afford to lose. In a time when women are expected to endure in silence, Mary and Elena must decide: keep performing the lives they're supposed to live, or risk it all for the women they might still become.
A character-driven novel about loss, friendship, and courage. Sometimes the hardest thing isn't holding on. It's learning to breathe again.
For readers of Fiona Davis, Kristina McMorris, Marie Benedict, and Lisa Wingate.
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Tonya Cam is a third-generation Floridian, a lifelong collector of Depression-era memorabilia, and a writer drawn to women who are not only surviving. They are becoming.
Learning to Breathe Again is her debut novel and the first book in The Work of Becoming Trilogy. It's the story of two women whose lives collide at the 1933 Chicago World's Fair and whose friendship reshapes them in the sugarcane fields of Clewiston, Florida. It was inspired by her father's memories growing up, and the older brother he lost before he was born.
When she is not writing, she teaches middle school science in Gainesville, Florida. She is also the author of The Complete Guide to Shirley Temple Dolls and Collectibles.
If you love Fiona Davis, Marie Benedict, Lisa Wingate, or Kristina McMorris, you'll love the stories she writes.
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Chapter 8: Elena - September 1933
The rain had been
misting all morning. It clung to Elena’s skin, her hair, the wool of her coat
and the silk of her stockings. By the time she and William reached the
fairgrounds, her shoes were damp and her skirt stuck to her calves. It was
“Florida Day” at the fair, designed to celebrate warmth and sunshine, but she
felt cold and miserable as the wind cut straight through her coat.
Inside the Federal
Building, everyone was jammed shoulder to shoulder. Heat rose up to steam
overhead as a brass band in the back blared.
Though William
seemed energized by the noise, Elena was overwhelmed. She fanned herself with a
pamphlet and tried to keep from snapping. At seven months pregnant, the last
thing she wanted was to stand in an overcrowded room breathing other people’s
air.
A politician on
stage droned on and on about Florida. The citrus groves and strawberry fields,
sugarcane and cheap land, hope and opportunity. William nodded along, looking
more enthusiastic with each passing minute.
But Elena barely
listened. The room smelled of wet wool and floor polish, and her stomach didn’t
appreciate the combination. She concentrated on breathing. Slowly, carefully.
The nurse’s paper had said to avoid stress. To rest. To be calm. And she was trying
her best to follow those instructions.
When the speeches
finally ended, the crowd spilled into the Hall of States. There, the Florida
exhibit looked absurd against the gray, cloudy skies. It was the only place in
Chicago that seemed to be pretending it was July. Tropical flowers. Spanish
tiled pathways. Rows of coffee and palm trees. Sugarcane and pineapple plants.
Orange trees as far as the eye could see, as if they’d been lifted straight out
of a postcard.
A young woman in a
gray dress much too plain for the occasion and a thin coat that could not
possibly be keeping her warm was speaking to a cluster of people gathered
around one of the orange trees. Her damp hair was flattened to her forehead.
She appeared no older than a teenager, not someone who had the authority to
speak about anything at all. Yet those around her seemed to be listening to
every word.
“In Florida,” she
said, “orange trees can live sixty years if they’re well cared for. One tree
alone can yield a hundred pounds of fruit.”
William’s head
turned. He drifted toward the group. Elena had no choice but to follow.
The woman
continued. “Can you imagine what you could get from ten acres? Or a hundred?”
A man in the crowd
scoffed. “What does a woman know about any of this?” He walked off.
The woman paused
for a moment, then she kept speaking. She described pruning, explained citrus
mold and disease control. William squeezed his way toward the front of the
crowd, but Elena hung behind.
“How do you know
so much?” William asked the woman, once the others began to disperse.
“My husband
arranged this entire display.” She beamed. “I’ve helped him—”
“He must be
extremely capable.” William smiled in that way he did when he decided someone
would be of use to him. He handed her his business card. It had his name, William
Wagner, in black script. The woman tucked it into her purse. In his
notebook, William wrote down her telephone number.
Then, the woman
plucked a green orange from a tree. She dug her fingernail into the rind and
held it up to her nose.
As she spoke and
gestured, William took notes.
Elena rolled her
eyes. This was taking too long. The rest of the World’s Fair was waiting. She
stepped forward and shook her husband’s arm. “This girl doesn’t have the
slightest clue what you’re doing, darling. A random stranger coming up to her
in the middle of the World’s Fair. It must be so intimidating.”
Elena looked at
the young woman and smiled. “Isn’t that right?” But the woman didn’t seem to be
paying attention to anything Elena was saying. She was staring directly at
Elena’s stomach. Her face had gone pale.
Elena angled
herself closer. “Did you hear me?”
“I’m sorry.” The
girl’s voice came out strained. “I have to go.” She bowed her head, handed the
orange to William, and slipped away into the crowd.
Elena watched her
go, a bit stunned by how quickly she vanished. “What was that all about?”
William placed the
orange at the base of the tree. “You didn’t have to do that.” He put his
notebook back into his coat pocket. “I was making a connection. If I can find
someone who really understands what’s going on down in Florida—”
“Then what?” Elena
snapped.
He shrugged. “It
sounds like it could be a really good opportunity.”
Her stomach
rolled, but this time she couldn’t blame it on the baby. “You’re thinking of
moving to Florida?”
“Maybe.” He
meandered around the exhibit, pausing at the palm trees, the sugarcane, the
tomato plants. “The Midwest has been in a drought for years,” he said, more to
himself than to her. “Their farms are dying and Florida is…” His sentence
trailed off, like the answer was obvious.
Elena took
William’s arm and steered him toward the exit. “That girl was a mess.” Didn’t
he notice her stringy hair? Her wrinkled dress? Her coat that couldn’t have
cost more than a dollar? “I doubt that much of what she said was true.”
“But what if it
was?” he asked.
Elena hesitated,
not sure how to respond.
“Exactly,” he
said. “Everyone here is looking for opportunity, but not everyone knows how to
find it like I do.”
“In Florida?”
He just smiled.