What if a secret in your past is the key to healing a broken family’s heart?
When a car crash during a blizzard leaves a woman stranded in the New England countryside with no memory, she’s taken in by Vincent, a banker whose adorable six-year-old daughter, Jadie, has cystic fibrosis and hasn’t spoken since her sister died and her mother disappeared two years ago. But when this stranger arrives, calling herself Kate, Jadie suddenly begins speaking again—claiming that she can talk to her sister’s ghost and that Kate is an angel sent to help them. As Kate struggles with startling flashbacks to a past life that doesn’t seem to be her own, powerful questions arise: What happened to Jadie’s mother? What secrets is Vincent hiding? Why has Jadie been silent for so long?
Finding Home is an involving and heartfelt drama about a stranger helping a complicated family to heal—and how the most unexpected moments in life are the ones that lead us home.
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|Title of Suspense & Thrillers eBook: Finding Home|
|Release Date: 01-25-2011|
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|Publisher: Random House Publishing Group|
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The rest stop was small and muddy, with only one other car parked at the far end. Spray and grit from the road had all but obscured the car's license plate and left the paintwork a nondescript khaki gray. Even the bushes were a dull brackish brown.
I poured myself a cupful of sludge-colored coffee from a thermos. It had the sickly aroma that only flask coffee has, but I closed my eyes and savored the comforting warmth. It had been a long drive south toward Boston, and the break was very welcome. When I opened my eyes again, I stared wearily out the rain-speckled windshield, rolling my shoulders back to ease the tension several hours of driving had left in my arms and neck.
As I peered out at the leaden sky, I felt a pang of jittery nerves, and I was uncertain whether I had made the right decision. The bubbly excitement I'd felt when I'd set out had gradually evaporated with the passing of the miles, leaving me feeling like a condemned woman awaiting the executioner's block. I gave myself a mental shake, pushing aside the shivery premonition that I should simply turn the car around and head back the way I'd come. I swallowed the last of the coffee. A chill had begun to steal up from the foot well and whisper across my shoulders since I'd turned off the ignition, and it was probably this that was causing my bad mood, or maybe it was simply the bleakness of the weather.
I started the engine again and left it running so that the heat crept gradually back through my veins. A truck sped past, throwing up sheets of filthy spray. The car rocked with a whoomp that made me tighten my grip on the plastic cup as I fixed it back onto the thermos and glanced around to check that all was well. ...