SUSANNAH.

TWENTY-EIGHT YEARS AGO.

"I don't understand..." My moist eyes fell on Nathaniel as my heart leaped into the back of my throat. My mind was racing with everything he'd just said and I could barely even believe his words.

But I could see it in his eyes how sure and certain he was of what he said, no matter how outrageous it did sound. I hadn't seen my son in four months, you know how it ended the last time but here he somehow was, back on my doorstep, delivering the ...