When Layla’s husband’s grandmother dies, a buried chest and a final confession unravel everything she thought she knew about the man she married. As secrets surface, Layla must choose between protecting the past or telling the truth, for the sake of her daughters and herself.
I always knew Eleanor had secrets.
But I thought they were old ones, quiet, harmless secrets. Things like hidden cookie or gumbo recipes or the name of her first kiss.
Not this.
