Eleven years after Gerald MacCrae's execution, Evelyn finds a haunting memento from the past that dares question what she believes to be true. A seemingly innocent new acquaintance shatters the structure of her world, propelling her to embark on a journey of forgiving oneself and of loving without parameters. "Sounds interesting!"
he sheets beneath Evelyn Richardson’s hand were scrunched; the folded layers were not enough of a deterrent for the nails digging into her palm. A brush of skin—Carl was awakening. That had not been her intention. It never was.
Carl gently br...
s soon as Carl and Evelyn ushered the children off to school, Carl pulled Evelyn aside to ask her what her plans were for the day.
“Well, I was going to visit with Betsie for the day, run a few errands in town. Why? Do you need me to get you someth...
arl, would you mind if I went into town to purchase a new dress for the public luncheon at Pier 21?”
Carl sat hunched over some papers in his tight office, glasses dangling upon the curve of his nose. “Uh, yes, I believe you can.&rdquo...
lyde believed his father’s request to be an odd one. Why could he not ring up the hotel and ask himself?
He had an hour’s break from studies. He took the opportunity to briskly walk to the Lord Nelson’s. He gave a quick nod to the...
he couldn’t see straight through the tangled web her thoughts of wants had created. She was a wriggling fly, fighting to free itself, to live with unhindered wings.
Her life with Carl and the children was wonderful. God had blessed her with h...