While rushing home, I caught my tiny children abandoned in the woods, injured and unrecognizable. I burst into my parents’ house yelling, “What did you do?!” My sister coldly replied, “You lost your rights.” Before I could react, my dad choked me out. Then, my phone rang with a call from the ICU…

was biological, a betrayal of the flesh.

Joanne’s failure was a betrayal of the soul.

Epilogue: The Scars We Carry

It has been nearly a year since the suffocating heat of that Tuesday afternoon. The leaves on Maple Grove Lane have cycled through autumn fire, winter frost, and are now blooming into the bright, tentative green of spring.

Healing is not a continue reading …