CHAPTER 24

         Five months later, Calleigh was standing alone by her mother’s grave. It was only the first week of March, but already the first blush of early spring had could be seen. The weeping willows were green and gold beside the lake, splashing the season’s first color over the graveyard of the old gray church.

          In her white coat and green wellies, Calleigh felt hot and out of breath after crossing the hill from the Swanson estate. Not that it was terribly far, but at nine months pregnant, every move was a huge effort. Even bringing daisies, her mother’s favorite flower, to her grave.

          Calleigh glanced at the daffodils poking through the cold earth nearby. Just a few weeks ago, the ground had been covered with snow. How had time fled so fast? Why was her pain still very much present in her heart and didn’t go away