As Wide as the Sky

As Wide as the Sky

by Jessica Pack

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ISBN-13: 9781496718167
Publisher: Kensington
Publication date: 07/31/2018
Pages: 352
Sales rank: 320,663
Product dimensions: 5.53(w) x 8.27(h) x 0.67(d)

About the Author

Jessica Pack is a pseudonym for Josi Kilpack, author of twenty-six novels—including the twelve-volume Sadie Hoffmiller culinary mystery series—one cookbook, several novellas, and is a participant in several co-authors projects and anthologies. She is a four-time Whitney award winner, including Novel of the Year, and a recipient of the Utah Best in State for fiction. She is currently writing regency and historical romance, and women’s fiction. Josi loves to bake, sleep, read, and travel. She doesn’t like to exercise, do yard work, or learn how to do new things but she does them anyway. She and her husband, Lee, are the parents of four children and live in Northern Utah.

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CHAPTER 1

Amanda

Two hours, forty-three minutes

Amanda's eyes fluttered open when the alarm went off at five a.m. She lay perfectly still in the solitary darkness. Waiting. An advertisement for a new pizza place in town filled the silence while she willed her tense muscles to release. It was over. There was nothing left to brace herself for, but she needed to hear the words said before she got out of bed. She needed the confirmation that her son was dead before she could make sense of the life ahead of her. Life that had reset today, counting the minutes and seconds of her existence as though entirely new.

Knowing she'd slept while her child died filled her with guilt. There hadn't been live coverage, so it wasn't as if she could have known the moment it happened even if exhaustion hadn't overtaken her. Or could she? If she'd stayed awake, would a part of her have reacted, broken, died right along with him as though the poison were sliding through her veins? Would a mother feel the difference in the world the moment her child left it? Maybe she would have felt nothing and been shattered by that. Was it a mercy that she'd slept? Or a sin?

A used car dealership's commercial came on. She waited. Did Melissa, her only living child now, already know? Ohio was in a different time zone, so it was six o'clock in the morning there, but probably too early for Melissa to have heard the news. What would she feel when she heard confirmation? Could mother and daughter talk about Robbie now that he was gone?

Not gone. Dead.

"Dead," she said out loud after the car commercial turned to a traffic report. The word bounced around the empty room and echoed back to her like a boomerang, striking her hard in the chest. "Dead," she said again, this time her voice catching in her throat as she pulled the covers to her chin and closed her eyes against the peeling agony of knowledge.

Dead.

Still no tears. Perhaps because of all the tears she'd cried for all the years she'd cried them until the numbness had set in. Mourning her son had been an incremental process that had stealthily overtaken her identity and broken her into jagged bits. But today was a different kind of mourning. Today she mourned the most basic elements of life: lungs breathing and heart beating and brain thinking. The opposite of the moment of Robbie's birth, when he'd taken his first breath and the room had cheered in triumph of new life. He'd had the cord wrapped around his neck and the last few minutes of the delivery had been frightening, yet they had ended in celebration that had dissolved the fear. Today, her son was dead, and a different group of people would celebrate. The significance of his death marked a change, a turn, an irreversible pivot for her life — she would never see Robbie again or hear him say, "Hi, Mom, how ya doin'?" Anything that he could have said or done to remove the iron weight she'd carried in her chest for four years — and she'd thought of so many things he could have said or done that might have brought some measure of peace — could no longer be said or done. Ever. His sentence could not be commuted. His execution date could not be stayed. He could not in any way make all the wrong even a little bit more right. Robbie was dead. Her son. Her baby boy. Never was such a long time. Infinitely long, and it had begun.

Amanda had thought she understood what those parents and husbands and wives and children of his victims had felt the day Robbie killed the people they loved, but she now knew she'd been wrong. Perhaps she had understood to the full extent of her ability, or maybe she understood fully from a place of supposition and sympathy and horror, but now that ability was different. Expanded. Focused. Hollow. Cold. Now it was her son dead. Her child gone forever. How could she ever have thought she understood what that loss felt like before now? What a terrible assumption she'd made. One of so many terrible assumptions. And yet he had deserved his punishment, whereas his victims had not. Did that change her grief? Could she still not know what those other parents felt like?

"My beautiful boy," she said to the empty room. Rather than spin around the corners and come back to her, these words dribbled past her lips as though the very air would not hold such a description of the mass shooter Robert Mallorie. That's how everyone would forever know him. That was his legacy and, through him, hers too. Robert Mallorie's mother. His mother. That monster's mom.

The icy tendrils of winter gloom had seeped into the house like a cat burglar in the night — surely that was the only reason she was so cold — and she pulled the blankets tighter beneath her chin as she continued to stare at the ceiling and wait for the inevitable. A car drove by on the street. An ordinary morning of an ordinary January day for the driver. The streetlight on the corner shining through the blinds made lines of light on the ceiling. Stripes. Bars?

After the traffic report and a reminder of the University of Sioux Falls basketball game that night, the commentator moved on to the day's headlines. Amanda's fingers gripped the blanket.

"Police are still trying to get both protesters and supporters to leave the South Dakota Penitentiary in Sioux Falls following the execution of Robert Mallorie, which took place at two o'clock this morning. It was the third execution in South Dakota in five years amid the continued controversy over the so-called fast-track process that put Mallorie to death only four years after his crime, despite numerous pleas from advocacy groups against capital punishment, his own mother, Amanda Mallorie, and his attorneys, who feel he was incompetent at the time he waived his appeals. Barbara Hansen, the mother of Carlee Hansen, one of Mallorie's victims, was allowed to witness the execution." The commentator's voice was replaced with that of a middle- aged woman Amanda knew from the news stories. Amanda had looked Mrs. Hansen up on Facebook once. She was two years older than Amanda, and she had turned forty-five years old two weeks after her daughter had been killed by Amanda's son. A journalist had written a story featuring a photograph of Mrs. Hansen holding a "Happy Birthday" balloon while she stood in front of the still-fresh grave of her daughter. No headstone yet, just the plastic markers they stick into the ground while they wait for the official monument. The dormant grass had been a sickly yellow-brown in between patches of hard, graying snow.

The air of Amanda's bedroom held the words of Mrs. Hansen coming through the radio: "I believe that my daughter can finally rest in peace now that Robert Mallorie is in hell, right where he belongs."

Amanda flinched, though the reaction surprised her — she wasn't used to feeling things deeply enough to react. The therapist Amanda had seen for a few months after the shooting had recommended she write letters to the victims' families as an exercise to begin healing after what Robbie had done. To describe the task as difficult was like describing Mount Rushmore as a paperweight. Barbara Hansen had been the only parent who wrote Amanda back — a scathing letter full of such anger and vitriol that Amanda had torn it in half with shaking hands when she finished reading it. She'd immediately felt guilty, as though she were passing judgment on this woman whom Amanda had no right to judge. But the letter had shaken her. It was proof that reaching out was risky. Amanda kept seeing the therapist for a few more months, but then she met her allowable mental health benefits on her insurance and couldn't afford to pay for the $200 per session on her own. Once she hadn't attended for a couple of months she wondered if it had done her any good in the first place. "How do you feel about what your son did, Mrs. Mallorie?"

"Sick. Devastated. Confused. Abandoned. Stupid. Lost. Lonely. Culpable. Horrified."

"And how does that make you feel?"

Amanda had expected to try therapy again. Maybe with a female therapist this time. But she never did. Distrust of people led to isolation that led to depression she rightly deserved. Or maybe the depression had caused the isolation and distrust; she couldn't be sure. Either way, once enough people close to her had turned on Robbie, the idea of sitting across from a stranger and laying out her most precious thoughts and feelings felt like walking naked down the street.

The radio commentator continued in the same tone he'd delivered the traffic report a few minutes earlier. "Mallorie was convicted of the Cotton Mall shooting that left nine people dead and twelve injured just before Christmas four years ago. After his automatic direct appeal failed to overturn his conviction, Mallorie waived additional appeals. Prison officials confirmed Mallorie's death by lethal injection at 2:17 this morning. His last meal consisted of root beer, onion rings, and macaroni and cheese with sliced hot dogs."

Amanda's throat tightened around a gasp, and she lifted her hands to her face while the commentator's voice moved on to the day's weather. The faces of Robbie's victims came into her mind as they so often did — they haunted her — but she made them leave, pushed and begged them to leave. Just for today. Let me mourn just Robbie today.

When the faces of the longer dead left her alone, she poured her sorrow into the empty spaces. My boy, she thought as grieving bubbled up in her chest like lava. She pictured her Robbie in a white sterile room eating his mac and cheese with sliced hot dogs off a plastic tray. Alone. Savoring every bite of the meal he'd loved as a child, knowing with each bite that he wouldn't be alive long enough to digest it. Amanda had made mac and cheese with hot dogs for him and Melissa when they were little. Had he thought about Amanda as he ate? Had he remembered the day she taught him how to make macaroni and cheese all by himself? Amanda had given herself a mental pat on the back for being a good mother that day. Good mothers taught their sons to cook. Boys who learned to cook grew up to be good citizens and helpful husbands. They mowed their lawns on Saturdays and stopped at stop signs. They didn't kill people in cold blood at Christmastime. They didn't drain society of millions of tax dollars necessary to keep them alive until the government killed them. They didn't ignore the pleadings of their mothers to not give up their appeals so that they could live a little longer. Because surely if Robbie had lived a little longer she would make sense of what had happened, wouldn't she? Someday. Somehow.

I should have been at the execution, Amanda thought, clenching her eyes shut. You should have let me be there. She could feel the tears building, but she wasn't ready to feel that much. Maybe if she'd seen him take his last breath she'd ... what? Feel better? Believe he was gone?

But she did believe he was gone. The world was different today because Robbie was not in it. The world would continue to be different every day of the rest of her life. Had he wished, in those last minutes, that he had loving eyes upon him as his life slipped away? She would have mouthed "I love you" over and over and over again until his eyes closed. She would have been with him to the very end if he'd let her.

Amanda opened her eyes and let out a breath. The fleeting anger left with it. It was over and done. For the last four years, she'd given up one piece and then another of her emotion, identity, and place in the world. She'd let the numbness settle. Not that she didn't ache for everything that had happened. She ached all the time. But it was a bit frightening that just this morning she had felt different. She had felt something other than the familiar aching. I should have been there, she thought again, testing how she felt about such a statement. She didn't feel angry this time, but she felt ... clarity. What right did Robbie have to deny her the chance to see this through? Why was his choice more important than what she wanted? There was no answer for that, of course. There never would be.

Over the years of his incarceration, Robbie had not called her very often — the outside world crashing against his inside world was chaotic for him. Sometimes he wouldn't even allow her to visit. Usually those moods coincided with adjustments to his medications, which affected his paranoia and delusions. The prison psychiatrist had always been adjusting his medications, trying to find the best combination at the cheapest price for the taxpayer's interests. Amanda had tried to keep Robbie on her health insurance in the beginning or pay for his meds herself, but there was a policy against that. She was no longer his mother; the prison was. In some states, because he had a death sentence he was already considered legally dead. Because Robbie's mental health was unstable, she had never known from one week to the next whether her name would be on his approved visitor list or not.

Ten days ago, the warden had officially filed the date of Robbie's execution. Amanda had last seen her son Monday afternoon — three days ago — at a special meeting arranged by his attorneys where he was free of his chains and ironically stable with his medications. All her other visits over the years had been non-contact, but this time she held both his hands the whole time they talked, nearly an hour. He'd hugged her. Twice. Despite the overgrown beard and prison tattoos across his forehead and down his neck, he had seemed more like Robbie than he had in years. The son he'd been before the shooting, before everything went so horribly wrong.

When Amanda's hour was up on Monday, she hugged her son for the last time — holding and smelling him and taking note of the exact place on his shoulder where her cheek rested. Robbie had begun to cry as the embrace continued. Frightening emotion built in her own chest, but she hadn't been able to free it then.

"I'm glad it's almost over," he'd said as he pulled back but left his hands on her shoulders as he looked at her. Over the years, Amanda had deciphered that clear eyes meant Robbie's head was clear, too — a double-edged sword. When Robbie had been stable, he was crushed by what he'd done and wracked with anguish. When his brain chemistry had been volatile, however, he was angry at how he was being treated, defiant with the guards, and hard to talk to; hard to even look at with the intense postures and glaring eyes. As prison took its toll, he was less Robbie and more Robert Mallorie.

"I'm not putting your name on my witness list for the execution, Mom," he'd said as he blinked those clear blue eyes.

Everything inside her had gone still. "But — "

"I don't want you haunted by yet one more thing I've done to you."

Amanda hadn't argued. Later she had felt like a coward for not trying to change his mind. She had considered calling his attorneys and insisting, but her hand had never gone to her phone. Maybe she hadn't really wanted to be there. The thought brought those tears back up behind her eyes again. Her sinuses tingled. She suppressed them again. Not yet.

An article in yesterday's Leader said sixty-two people had petitioned the penitentiary to be one of the prosecution's witnesses to Robbie's death. Sixty-two people believed that watching him die would improve their lives somehow. Only a fraction of the requests had been approved, but those few had made up the audience to Robbie's death — devoid of anyone who loved him. "I can't have you there, Mom," Robbie had explained on Monday, his hands still holding her an arm's length away.

Amanda closed her eyes in the darkened bedroom and let the memory of that final meeting wash over her. He'd been so lucid, so ... Robbie. He'd been allowed to walk her to the door of the private visitation room, where two guards had stood on both sides of him the whole time. They stopped at the threshold. She looked into those clear blue eyes and said, "I love you, Robbie. So very much."

Tears filled his eyes again, and the tattoos and beard melted away until he was for that moment the young man he'd once been. Just Robbie. Just her son. "I love you, too, Mom."

When Amanda had returned home from that final prison visit, the emotions had been churning like the paddles on a river boat. She would never see her son again. He would die without her and she would go on living, such as her life was.

(Continues…)


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Table of Contents

Title Page,
Copyright Page,
Dedication,
Acknowledgments,
1 - Amanda,
2 - Darryl,
3 - Amanda,
4 - Melissa,
5 - Amanda,
6 - Larinda,
7 - Amanda,
8 - Tony,
9 - Amanda,
10 - Steve,
11 - Amanda,
12 - Jaxon,
13 - Amanda,
14 - Steve,
15 - Amanda,
16 - Margo,
17 - Amanda,
18 - Coach Miller,
19 - Amanda,
20 - Steve,
21 - Amanda,
22 - Steve,
23 - Amanda,
24 - Steve,
25 - Clara,
26 - Amanda,
27 - Steve,
28 - Amanda,
29 - Steve,
Discussion Questions,
Teaser chapter,

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As Wide as the Sky 4.7 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 11 reviews.
Natalie Chedsey 9 months ago
In the beginning of reading Jessica’s Pack novel, I wasn’t sure how I would feel reading about a mass shooting. This topic hits too close to home. In my state, we’ve had two horrific mass shootings. One at a school and one at a movie theater. I like how this book focuses on the mass shooter’s mother and how she must move pass the horrible crimes and tragedy her son caused. She can only heal from this tragedy through her unconditional love for her son by serving others and letting go of the pain and accepting the future. Through this tragedy, she can aide and understand how the healing process can help those around her. I ended up liking this book because this book makes you think about what you need to heal from and how do you develop unconditional love towards others. The title is also something to ponder and analyze. This book also has book club questions at the end. I received a free copy of this book for my honest review. You can follow Jessica Pack on these sites. Jessica Pack on Facebook Jessica Pack on Twitter Jessica Pack on Goodreads
Lacey McNeill 9 months ago
Wow, this was a tough book to read, but don't let that fool you, it is SO good. It is worth reading. It tugged at my heart strings, especially as a mom of two boys who constantly worries about raising them to be good people. Even people who have done horrific things, have mothers who may be hurting because of choices their children have made. Society doesn't allow people to be compassionate of them though. The lessons learned in this book are so valuable, I had tears several times while reading. It changes perspectives between different characters, which allows you to see the whole picture and the way people view things. This allows you to reflect a little bit about how we as humans, tend to jump to conclusions because we THINK we know how a person is feeling, when in reality we may not have a clue. The main character, Amanda, is a mother of a boy who made a horrific choice. Her thought process is so realistic, and the struggles she goes through to understand the choices of her son. *I received an ARC copy from the author for an honest review. *Content*-This is Jessica Pack (Josi Kilpacks) national debut using her pen name. For those who are used to her other books, know that this book does contain mild language
lauriesophee 9 months ago
"There but for the Grace of God go I"" is what came to my mind while reading this beautifully written, honest novel. The emotions that Amanda had as she realized her young son Robbie was executed for murder were heart breaking. The guilt that she had as her son became paranoid and delusional and then did the unthinkable were gripping. "Relieved. Unburdened. Free." These feelings needed to be accepted to allow Amanda to move forward for her life to continue. A story of resilience and determination to take back her life. Amazing book!
BecKiC 9 months ago
Wow. That’s the thought that came to mind over and over as I read this story. Just ‘wow’. It was so thought provoking. It’s the first time I’ve read anything in this genre and wasn’t sure what to expect – especially given the complex nature of the plot. I thought that it might be a little dark and depressing; instead I found a very thoughtful and sensitive examination of human emotion and resilience of spirit. The book starts off with Amanda awakening to the knowledge that during the night her only son Robbie, was executed for his mass shooting at a mall at Christmas several years earlier. The chapter takes us through her conflicting emotions as she tries to cope with knowing he’s gone, and trying to understand how her son could go from the good child he was in his youth to a troubled schizophrenic. Her grief feels so real, and it is presented against the backdrop of people who are glad her son is dead because of the grief he caused as a result of the shooting. I had assumed the whole story would be told from the mother’s perspective, but we get to see the impact of the incident from several different points of view: Robbie’s sister, an attorney, people who knew Robbie before mental illness consumed him, friends and family of people who were shot, and victims who survived. Some of the characters are bitter; others are just trying to move on with life. Each has a story and a struggle that is told with great sensitivity and authenticity. I loved the way several of the characters’ lives blend together in the end. It was a hard subject to read about but the story was so well told, and the scope of emotions so vast that I think anyone reading it could find something to relate to and learn from. I ended up really liking the emotional content when initially I was concerned that it would be overwhelming. Jessica Pack gives us enough to make us think and feel, but not feel drained. I highly recommend this book and can’t wait for her next one!
ShareeWanner 6 months ago
As Wide as the Sky review Jessica's masterful way of immersing the reader in As Wide as the Sky kept me engaged with the turn of every page. As the story unfolded, each of the characters came to life. I felt Amanda's pain and anguish as her son Robbie faced the consequences of his choices. I cried when I read of the gratitude he had for her unconditional love. I felt the numbness and despair of losing a child. I felt the regret a father had for leaving a young family and the resolution of making changes for the better as he asked his family for forgiveness. I felt the joy of a brighter future despite great sadness. I empathized with a mother's feelings of failure and I felt the hope of new beginnings and possibilities "as wide as the sky".
SheTreadsSoftly 9 months ago
As Wide as the Sky by Jessica Pack is a recommended, introspective novel about a woman dealing with the aftermath of a violence inflicted by her deceased son. Amanda Mallorie's son, Robbie, has just been put to death after being convicted for a mass shooting at a mall four years earlier. She is questioning her every action and trying to reconcile the man who killed others to the son she lovingly raised. She has been her son's only support in the last four years, as the doctors tried to get his medication adjusted and while Robbie refused any more appeals to his sentence. Now she is planning to move on with her own life while simultaneously and continuously recalling events of the past. While finishing the final bits of packing for her move near her daughter in another state, she opens up a box that was in Robbie's room. It is full of the flotsam and jetsam of a much younger boy, before all the troubles began. In the box she finds a class ring that doesn't belong to Robbie, and, in fact, belonged to someone older. How did Robbie come to possess this item and why would he keep it? Amanda decides to search for the owner and return the ring. Time stamps open each chapter and the extremely slow moving plot unfolds through the voices of multiple characters. Amanda is the main character and the novel intensely focuses on her constant introspection and self-examination. All of her soul searching and reflecting about Robbie's past became tiresome. Amanda needs some serious counseling, and beyond the kind she mentioned (How does that make you feel? Write apology letters...) but some real talk about consequences and boundaries and how she is not responsible for another person's actions - even those of a son she raised. Many of the chapters focus on how Robbie's shooting affected numerous other people. I couldn't help but wonder if the focus of the plot needed to be tightened up a bit. Is this Amanda's story about how she is dealing with her son's actions and any culpability she might shoulder or is it about how Robbie's violence touched many other lives? Or is it about Amanda's reflections, seeking closure, and looking for the owner of the ring? Perhaps it might have helped if, rather than giving many short chapters to those struggling with the aftermath of Robbie's violence, Pack allowed Amanda to keep working through how his actions hurt so many others without having the reader hear from them. Some of the characters were necessary to follow - but not all of them. The writing is good. This is not an awful book, although I will freely admit that the constant introspection from all characters began to grate. The ending seemed far-fetched to me, but perhaps those who like romance novels will appreciate it more. Disclosure: My review copy was courtesy of Kensington via Netgalley.
ReddyReder 9 months ago
The Columbine shooting so many mass shootings ago was the first to raise the question in my mind: How do the mothers feel about the terrible things their children have done? What would I do if my child ever hurt others in such a way? How would I feel? How would I cope? I cried my way through Jessica Pack's new story As Wide as the Sky. Pack reveals how Amanda's deep sorrow is bound up by the tender memories of her son. Her story shows the redemptive power of love. It also shows how people are sometimes inexplicably connected through tragedy and how a single event can transform the lives of all involved. If you are wrestling with the effects of the choices of a loved one, look here for some solace and a way forward. I can't remember the last time I was so moved by a story I read. I highly recommend Jessica Pack's As Wide as the Sky
VikiC-California 9 months ago
Prepare to run the gamut of emotions. My greatest fear, as a parent, is not the death of my child. That would not be the worst thing that could happen. I fear it would be far worse if my child were the cause of another family’s loss. As Wide as the Sky is a compelling and insightful exploration of tragedy’s emotional and psychological aftermath as well as the tender mercies of divine intervention. This is a great selection for book clubs. There’s so much to discuss and something to relate to for everyone.
lilacqueen75 9 months ago
Amanda's son is dead because of his choices and now she must move on. There are many pivotal moments in life that affect us. Life is full of resets and I love the way this mother's story unfolded with resets playing such a key part. Every other chapter is from Amanda's point of view and the chapters between are characters who had something to do with Amanda or Robbie, her son. Realistic development occurs because the reader is treated to tiny memories and vivid moments, touching emotion and gripping thoughts, and many miraculous coincidences. This author does a fantastic job of transporting the reader into the head of Amanda and I developed a lot of empathy and understanding. I felt like Amanda was like many moms--wondering where she went wrong, waffling between love and horror, and feeling alone in her position in life, that she came to be in through no fault of her own. Not every mom deals with what she did, but a lot do on a much smaller scale, with disappointment of failed expectations. The nuggets of wisdom that she comes upon along her journey to move forward are so tender. The writing style is very expressive and the whole story comes together in a way that is deeply moving--this is a story that stayed with me for many days and I'm excited to see what Jessica Pack will come up with next. Content: mild+ violence (nothing too graphic); mild language *I received a complimentary copy. All opinions expressed are my own and were voluntarily given.*
lilacqueen75 9 months ago
Amanda's son is dead because of his choices and now she must move on. There are many pivotal moments in life that affect us. Life is full of resets and I love the way this mother's story unfolded with resets playing such a key part. Every other chapter is from Amanda's point of view and the chapters between are characters who had something to do with Amanda or Robbie, her son. Realistic development occurs because the reader is treated to tiny memories and vivid moments, touching emotion and gripping thoughts, and many miraculous coincidences. This author does a fantastic job of transporting the reader into the head of Amanda and I developed a lot of empathy and understanding. I felt like Amanda was like many moms--wondering where she went wrong, waffling between love and horror, and feeling alone in her position in life, that she came to be in through no fault of her own. Not every mom deals with what she did, but a lot do on a much smaller scale, with disappointment of failed expectations. The nuggets of wisdom that she comes upon along her journey to move forward are so tender. The writing style is very expressive and the whole story comes together in a way that is deeply moving--this is a story that stayed with me for many days and I'm excited to see what Jessica Pack will come up with next. Content: mild+ violence (nothing too graphic); mild language *I received a complimentary copy. All opinions expressed are my own and were voluntarily given.*
yellowrubyjewels 9 months ago
I really honestly don't know what to say. Shocking I know, especially for those who know me and my ramblings when I write reviews. But this novel was one that I wanted to read, and yet was hesitant about as well. It is a subject that is a little close to my heart for personal reasons that I'm not going to go into detail about. But those reasons were what made me hesitant. And yet, I love this author's work under her other pen name. The other genres she writes under have been so well done that I decided to just try reading it and if needed I could stop and set it aside. I didn't end up setting it aside, I finished it. I was completely hooked as I read further and further into the book. The author switches characters each chapter and let me say that I loved the little glimpses into the different characters. I loved feeling the emotional connection to them. Each characters' voice was different and well written. I felt the ache and longing, the pain and sorrow, the release and healing that was throughout the book. I thought it was amazing that the author could write these emotions, connected to the situation of this book, so well that showed each individuals' personal struggle and journey. Each chapter starts with a countdown. Each character has a different countdown from something that happened in their life, and most of them are interconnected. I really liked the ending how everything came about and was tied together. It was a story of forgiving, healing and most importantly understanding. A need to understand that each of our lives are ever changing and affected by different circumstances. We can't fully understand and comprehend how those circumstances will affect every individual differently. But we can understand the need for love, friendship, acceptance, healing, forgiveness and time. Everyone needs those elements in their lives. How will we react for others when they are in such need for peace and healing? Will we walk away or will we embrace them, struggles and all, even if it makes us uncomfortable? I'm grateful for those who embraced and offered love and comfort, and those who still do constantly through any moment of my life. They are my dear friends and family and without them life would be even harder than it is in some moments. I truly hope that all of us can find those who would offer that love and support and surround ourselves with them. As well as learning how to be the one who offers love and support. I haven't really talked in a lot of detail about the book, but I promise that all my rambling thoughts really do pertain to the book. I don't believe in coincidences. I don't believe that small moments that seem random are random. I believe that there is a higher power, guiding and directing us and those around us that moments of "randomness" or "coincidences" are truly set into motion by a loving Heavenly Father who is helping and offering us moments of strength, love, help, understanding, peace, and so much more. Content: Clean. A couple very mild swearwords. Talk about mental illness, alcoholism, mistakes, a shooting, murder, loss. There are some sensitive issues talked about, but this was written very well and not in a graphic nature. I received a copy from the author. All thoughts and opinions in the review are my own. Happy Reading!!!