Award-winning author, wife, mother, grandmother, Harry Potter geek, Army veteran, karate black belt, and online gamer girl.
Recently widowed Rae Cavanaugh just survived the worst birthday of her life. She and her two young children must now face a holiday season filled with so many reminders of what they've lost.
But when a coworker who’s raising his young nephew moves next door, Rae discovers that the support of a good friend, and the gift of a child, can bring back some of the joy of the season.
Shouldn’t the raw, open wound left by Mike’s loss have closed by now, even a little? Some days it hurt so badly Rae found it hard to believe people couldn’t tell she was bleeding out emotionally right in front of them.
But no, she had to put on a brave face. Grief was such a private thing. It made people uncomfortable if she showed it openly, like if she’d shown up to an event wearing only her undies. Rae had learned to wear the face they wanted to see, that of a resilient young widow with two small children who was moving on. But those people didn’t have to come home to an apartment every night that echoed with her late husband’s absence.