The past isn’t dead. It isn’t even past. —William Faulkner
Between mourning the recent loss of his wife and trying to raise his young son alone, librarian John Grant is barely surviving. And then he receives an anonymous letter promising a terrible revenge—retribution for a childhood sin John had thought long forgotten. The threat couldn’t be more cruel:
I will kill your precious son on his seventh birthday. $0.99 on Kindle.