In a stirring debut novel, the discovery of a husband's troubling secrets after his death shakes his wife's faith in their marriage and herself.
Macy Allen, an accomplished equestrienne, has relied on her horses and her husband, Nash, to pull her through. But after Nash dies in a tragic accident, Macy learns devastating secrets about his life that rock her belief in their marriage and herself. Nash's mother, Magda, blames Macy for her only son's death. When her husband, Jack, moves to Vancouver Island in a desperate attempt to feel closer to the son he's lost and never really knew, Magda's bitterness threatens to alienate the people she needs most. As this unlikely family questions how well they knew Nash and what love really means, still another surprise awaits them-an irrepressible child who will overturn all their expectations...
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And then there was the imagined baby—hanging in the air and staring down at
her. Tsktsking her. That goddamned ugly baby. Macy marked each stain with her
eyes, matteroffactly. A detective without a case, examining the evidence only to
assure herself that something had happened there, but not what or why—
questions she couldn't bring herself to ask. Not yet. They skirted around her
thoughts, animals stalking a perimeter. Nash never did wake up. Doctors had
disconnected tubes ...
Instead, she lay in bed, tracing the neat beige lines of the hotel wallpaper with
her eyes. Up and down, and down and up. Now Macy ducked into Gounda's stall
and situated herself in the far front corner. He stood against the back wall, resting
a massive hind foot. He craned his neck to look over at her. Then he took a step
toward her and lowered his head. He stared at her with big tarpit eyes, cast soft
and low, and Macy swore just then that he would have wept if able to. There
... Jack had insisted on getting her a bigger, flashier ring that would stand up
against those of her friends, but Magda wanted to keep the original. She liked to
say that it reminded her of where they had come from. “Just check in, see how
she's doing. This is as hard for her as it is for us, you know,” Jack added. Magda
raised her eyes to him slowly, deliberately, and spoke to him in the same way. “
What did you just say?” She pictured the words leaving her mouth like
... when they were first dating. Jack's carved heart had looked just like a cliché
come to life. She made the mistake of saying that, only to watch Jack's face
harden, then fall after he thought she had looked away. She had vowed to be
more careful with him then, to watch her tongue. And she had, for the most part.
Except for today. Though, if she were being honest, her words weren't the
problem. It was that she was fresh out of words, and had used her hand instead.
Magda's eye caught ...
“Your sister did this.” The words had tumbled out before Magda even knew what
she was saying. But she couldn't have stopped them regardless. Macy's sister
stared at her, mouth agape. “Magda, you know that's not true,” she finally said. “It
was an accident.” “And now this time . . .” Magda continued on as if Regan hadn't
said a word. Her voice faltered, just for a second. “This time, it's for good.” Magda
looked hard at Macy's sister, opening her eyes wide and cocking her chin, as if to
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Erin Celello’s unabashedly honest debut about the nature of grief releases on August 2, 2011. After Nash dies in a tragic accident, his wife Macy faces life alone. She finds an odd comfort in the ... Read full review