I have to act civil when I see him. That was part of the agreement. So, I plaster a fake smile on my face and bat my eyelashes at him.
“Hello, Sinclair. I hope you had a nice weekend.”
He says it as if my name is an answer.
So begins this high-caliber, fast-paced, tear-jerker, full of jealousy, love, loss, intrigue, and even murder . . . with our Catholic faith woven gently in, a lovely silk thread in a grand and tragic tapestry.
Rachel Winters had nothing, won it all, and then lost everything.
After the death of her daughter, grief-spawned delusions cause Rachel to lose her husband, her home, and custody of her son.
Help arrives from two unlikely sources: a young teen, Lilly, battling her own demons, and a tattered holy card depicting St. Thérèse of Lisieux.
As Rachel grows closer to Lilly and comes to know St. Thérèse, unbidden memories from her edgy past reveal fearful mysteries of seduction, madness, and murder . . . and a truth that will haunt her forever.