Nothing is more horrific than losing a child. Nothing is more joyous than the birth of one. When grief is intertwined with joy it throws the Deveau family into turmoil. Twenty-year-old Kaitlin Deveau leaves Boston University hurriedly when Henry, her grandfather, calls from Maine after a tragic accident at sea. However, Kaitlin had already planned to drop out of school for another unrelated reason. Grieving alongside her grandparents and bereft of hope it takes the miracle of new life to reverse their sorrow.
The birth of Kaitlin’s son Christopher ushers in a happier time. He and his great grandfather form a bond that becomes a life preserver keeping the family buoyant. Henry becomes his great grandson’s male role model teaching him lessons and skills he will use throughout his life.
However, Kaitlin and her son find that even in their protected enclave of Owls Nest Maine life can take some unexpected turns. A stalker complicates Kaitlin’s fresh start and although Kaitlin has a guardian the initial stalking is only the start of a more troubling outcome for her and Christopher.
While the Deveau family finds strength in their love for one another, every step forward seems to bring another huddle. When history appears to be repeating itself Christopher must find the determination to meet the greatest challenge of his life. He will need everything he has learned to be successful.
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Fifteen year old Jillian Saranac was a light sleeper. Rain tapped on her bedroom window at two o’clock in the morning. She listened with trepidation as her bedroom door opened. Its creaky hinges sent a warning. In the dark she saw a shadowy figure; she knew who it was. Her body stiffened in anticipation of the imminent violation she might endure. Her leg twitched; eyes closed she felt the heat of a man slip into her bed. He pushed up against her. His hands were rough. He made no pretense of gentleness. When the sun had barely lit Jill’s room she was up, dressed, and waiting for her mother. She listened carefully for signs her mother was awake. “Mom?” She called out in a low voice hoping not to wake Jerry.
“Jill is that you? You’re up early.”
“Yes Mom, I need to talk to you right now. Come down now.”
“What’s wrong Jilly?”
“Come down and I’ll tell you what’s wrong,” Jill’s agitation was obvious.
Marla made her way down the steps holding her robe up to avoid tripping. When she reached the bottom of the stairs she put her arm around Jill. “Now tell me what’s going on.”
“What’s going on is Jerry came into my room, no into my bed last night! He said not to be scared, your mother knows I’m here and she said it would be alright if I came in. Did you tell him that?”
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The City wind bit our faces as we begged for pennies and the occasional nickel on a busy street in Brooklyn New York. My mother Liana, sister Gisella, and I were grateful when a passerby put a penny or two in our cups. It was a Saturday late December 1933. A woman dressed in a tattered coat dropped a nickel in Gisella’s cup. “I wish it could be more, but I have young ones to look after too,” she said as she whooshed away.
Mama called after her, “Best of luck to you; God bless you.”
The Great Depression devastated our little family. I was six years old when the crash came, now I am nearly nine. Gisella is seven. We survive on the edge. At times it is only the hate I feel for my father that keeps me going. Mama says I need to forgive, but I say – to myself of course – never.
The kindness of strangers has kept us alive. But Mama has become more desperate as the weeks pass. Near her breaking point, she has asked for my help.
“Lorenzo, Mama loves you and Gisella very much, which is why I must ask you to do something deceitful, against God’s laws. But the sin will not be yours it will be mine. As God is my witness the sin is mine.” She burst into tears.
The next day we walked to where we had seen Clydesdales pulling a beer wagon. The scam was on.
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