Growing up in a small city in Michigan, Abigail has a dream for her life. That dream is dashed when tragedy strikes her family, and she becomes lost and cannot find her way. She marries a minister and has three children, burying shocking secrets of the past and believing she has forever set aside her vision of her future.
Yet the dream does not die entirely. When she begins to actively pursue her dream once again, she also begins to change in many ways. These changes, which at the same time amaze and frighten her, bring her into intense conflict with her religious community. This is the time in her life when she meets Reece.
Reece also at one time had a vision of his future, but his dream, too, was dashed when tragedy struck. He continues to hang on, faithfully clinging to the one with whom he shared that dream. He is afraid to let go, to love, to live. This is the time in his life when he meets Abigail.
"Hello," he said to her, as she turned in his direction. "Abigail, isn't it?"
"Yes," she said and for a moment stared at him as if he had intruded on her deepest, most secret thoughts. Then she grabbed one of the skulls and made a move to return it to its shelf in the cabinet.
"No, leave them," he said. "I need to borrow them for my class tomorrow."
She said, "Dr. Connelli gave me permission to get them out. I like to study them. I guess they fascinate me. I wish
"What?" he asked, crossing the room to stand on the opposite side of the counter from her. "What do you wish, Abigail?"
She shook her head. "Nothing, nothing really." Then changing her mind, she burst out with, "I wish I had known about them before."
"Before? Didn't you learn about them in high school?"
"He taught me a cursory amount, just enough about evolution to pass my equivalency exam. He told me it was wrong, evil.
He watched the color rise in her face as he listened to the fierceness in her voice. Realizing she was embarrassed by her outburst, still he could not stop himself from asking, "Who, Abigail? Who taught you?"
"My father. He was a minister," she said.
It was only a second after this thought that she became aware of the slithering thing that crept up behind her from all corners of the basement. In less than a second, her whole body started to burn hot and beads of sweat popped out on her forehead and trickled into the locks of hair at her temples. She experienced then what she never had before. She heard it quite clearly, the voice that shouted, "You cannot be trusted. If I had told your sister, if I had told her, you can be sure she would have kept quiet."
Abigail made a contemptuous snorting sound and jumped from her chair. She began to pace the room. "I can't sing. Or play the piano. Such a disappointment for her."
"Why do you say that?"
"Well, Gracie, my older sister, could sing. We'd be singing in the back seat of the car and suddenly I guess my mother couldn't bear it any longer. She'd turn around and tell me to be quiet. Gracie would go on singing, and she didn't say anything, but if I started up again, she'd turn around and glare
at me. Her tone-deaf kid."
"Tell me about other memories of your mother, Abigail."
"Good or bad?"
About the Author:
The author of the aforementioned three novels lives with her family in Western New York. When she is not at her day job as a clinical social worker, she is busy contemplating her fourth novel.