Except for Jess Harper, her best friend from college, the man who'd been her lifeline in good times and bad. Their estrangement hadn't been her fault. She could still see him in front of his mother's house, tears in his eyes, six years ago.

I'll let you go, Jaynie. But only if you promise me one thing. If you ever need me, really need me, you'll call or come to Riverdale.

Well, she thought, shaking her head, she really needed him now—enough to risk what could very well be a powder keg of reaction from his wife, even after all these years. Naomi Harper's jealousy was the reason Jayne and Jess had cut off all ties and agreed not to see each other. At first they'd exchanged e-mails, then their contact had dwindled to cards at holiday time. In some ways, Jayne felt like she'd lost a limb when Jess and his mother, Eleanor, were no longer part of her life.

Pushing away memories of Naomi—they made her feel selfish for coming to town—Jayne got into the front seat of her rented Lexus and headed into River-dale. Its population was about twenty thousand, but the place had the feel of a much smaller town. It hadn't changed much, either, she thought as she drove along Route 17 and into the heart of the city bisected by the Chemung River, with its quaint streets, old-school architecture and the glass factory