By Nancy Pickard
One attractive summer season afternoon, Jody Linder gets surprising information: the guy convicted of murdering her father is being published from criminal and returning to the small city of Rose, Kansas. it's been twenty-three years considering that stormy evening while her father used to be shot and killed and her mom disappeared, presumed useless. Neither the protecting include of Jody’s 3 uncles nor the refuge of her grandparents’ ranch may well erase the discomfort brought on by Billy Crosby on that catastrophic night.
Now Billy Crosby is loose, due to the efforts of his son, Collin, a attorney who has spent such a lot of his existence attempting to turn out his father’s innocence. regardless of their lengthy heritage of rigorously averting one another in such an insular group, Jody and Collin locate that they proportion an unique feel of loss.
As Jody revisits previous wounds, startling truths emerge approximately her family’s tragic earlier. yet even via fight and complication, she nonetheless dares to pray for a greater future—and even perhaps love.
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Holding on for her life, before it slipped away entirely, in falls and headaches and the horrifying sense of sliding away into insanity. All the bad things simply . . stopped. Her taut muscles loosened, her eyes closed, her nose was buried in a sweater that smelled of fabric softener and man, with a faint tang of smoke. She was being held tightly, engulfed in strong arms and warmth and her mind simply blanked. She was so used to the background buzz of anxiety and fear in her head, a constant hiss of static tinged with darkness, that she simply blissed out at its absence.
Interested. ” It had been so long since she‟d felt anything like this, since she‟d been part of that whole manwoman thing. Her only contact with men over the past nine months had been with doctors and physical therapists, then lawyers as she settled her father‟s estate. She‟d nearly forgotten that she was a woman. Daniel Weston made her feel female once again. She felt a connection to him and even though it was probably a sign of her craziness, because the connection was in her dreams, right at this moment she didn‟t feel cold and alone and listless, which had been her default emotional setting for more time than she cared to think about.
He touched his baseball cap with his index finger in a salute, then took off with a squeal of t ires, leaving her completely alone on the deserted street. The trip had been such a nightmare. She‟d regretted it the moment she‟d left the house in the pouring rain. The taxi had got caught in a jam due to the sudden downpour, tipping her out at departures barely in time to make it to the gate. Two huge Airbuses were boarding and the gates were crowded with far more passengers than the relatively small Tampa airport was equipped to handle.