This is a signature Ruthy-story, the kind I love to write, a tale of old regret and second chances.
Detective Cress Dietrich swore she'd never go home again, but a bullet and her grandmother's cancer diagnosis changed her mind.
Now she's back in her hometown of Watkins Ridge, Wisconsin, facing old wrongs and new regrets, trying to find herself among the scattered pieces of her life. And as she searches for answers, she gets reacquainted with the girl she used to be in the woman she's become.
Alex Westmore grew up on the wrong side of the tracks. Now a successful lawyer and land developer, Alex loves God's sense of humor, but when Cress Dietrich is plunked into the middle of the family land controversy- and Alex's part in it- he's not laughing. He vowed secrecy to Cress's grandmother, the woman who treated two lost little boys with dignity and kindness decades ago. Now it's his turn to look after her, but at what cost?
I love small towns, but I'm not blind to the downsides. Everyone knows everything, and if they don't?
They most likely will by tomorrow!
But there's also a family affinity in small towns, a grace of time and history, a place to just kick back, sit down and set a spell. Neighbors looking after neighbors. Folks checking up on one another.
Or nosing around!
It's cold here tonight, dipping below zero again, and the moon is full and lustrous. Along the shores of Lake Ontario you don't see too many winter moons. Lake effect clouds and snow snuff out our winter sky more often than not, but tonight the rising moon is glorious.
Only two full moons until Easter.
And by then: Spring!!! Alleluia.