After the sudden loss of her daughter, Shay struggles to cope, until her husband's icy desire to erase the past leads her to a hidden truth. Grief turns to betrayal, and Shay must decide what she's willing to give up... and what she must hold on to forever.
The sound of the earth falling on the coffin was muffled, but each dull thud was like a blow to the chest.
I staggered, barely able to keep my balance. If Linda's hand hadn't gripped my arm with firmness, strength, and warmth, I might have collapsed there on the sodden cemetery floor.
The priest's voice mingled with the sound of the wind. People came and went, faces I hadn't seen in years, embraces I barely felt. All I could see was the coffin.
All I could think was: Emily is in there.
My little girl. Eighteen years old. Just eighteen.
She had plans. The university brochures were still on her desk, with their corners folded and notes in the margins. A pros and cons table glowed faintly on her laptop screen the day before we lost her.
