Opening your find
Opening your find
"We never truly lose the ones we love; we only learn to wait for them." Elizabeth Harper believed. In God, in the goodness of things, in the small, solid life she had built in Ashford - a husband she loved, a son laughing in the yard, Mass on Sunday mornings. Then came the winter. Then came the ice. Then came the silence.
In the span of a few months, Elizabeth buries her child, and then her husband. All that remains is a house grown too large, the fading scent of the ones she loved, and a question that will not let her go: why? Can a God who takes a child still deserve to be loved? Is He even there at all?
From anger to doubt, and from doubt to the abyss, Elizabeth must pass through her long night. But strange lights keep watch in that darkness: the words of a child, the faith of a man who survived hell, and a promise whispered where reason can no longer follow.
A novel about the most unbearable grief - and about the stubborn, shattering hope of seeing again, one day, the ones we love. "You will weep. And you will close this book a little less alone."
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